deviousways

The wind blustery Skies grey blue A light so muted Birds are quiet too We walkers go Sidestepping Couple-dancing No touching Looking or meeting Glances…Oh no!   Masks dangling From chins Below noses Hanging from one ear Or sometimes Fitting so properly Covering everything So no one can see Or know What we’re really like.   Runners running Soundlessly Iron determination Seeping through So much so   That dogs being walked Know they cannot Wag tails Or even Bark a greeting.   Two men Creating content One breaking into Hair flipping, body popping Dance Faithful friend filming In fits and starts As a security guard Sips his chai Utterly bemused.

Every morning, when I wake up, I need to be alone for a bit. Just me, myself and my cuppa--filter coffee sweetened with bella (jaggery in English, sarkaram in Malayalam). Sometimes, I do add a bit of sugar, truth be told, specially if it's organic jaggery (which tends to be a little bitter and less sweet, as compared with its normal counterpart). I read somewhere that mornings are best for regrouping one's senses, restoring the spirit, so to speak. And if I've been tossing and turning all night, then this me-time in the morning, even if it is only to savour my coffee in silence, makes me feel infinitely better. So, the early morning hour is something I jealously regard as my time. And I tend to get extremely irritable if my space is invaded by either doddering child or sleepy husband. Poor things. But then, we all have such routines. And children, more so than adults. Our little fellow, for instance. He likes me to carry him first thing. And crabby creature that I...