The stupid smile and the dreamy eyes are back. Stuck to me, all through the day. The sunlight through the misty window pane never looked so bright and promising. I don’t recall smiling to the shining rays on my face, usually I’d have shied away in my blanket, under my pillow.
I’m reading the newspaper, full of saddening news, as usual.And the same thought of every morning, "when is India going to rise above all this?" has somehow escaped my mind today. And my mom asks me, “What’s so amusing in the news?” I wonder where this grin has come from. Can the flowers in the vase, visible just from the brim of the newspaper, be so much of joy?
And the morning chaos: dad screaming for hot water, mom yelling for her ruined sari and maid calling for breakfast from the ground floor, it seems, never sounded so soothing. I’m swaying to an unknown tune that my heart is singing to me.
All I can pick up is yellow, pink n blues from my wardrobe. And that’s how my mornings are. Filled with the beautiful hues of my own heart’s reflections.
And when dad asks me to come home early, it becomes a little tough to be angry on thoughts like space and freedom. Home is also not that bad after all…to dream!
And the weather is teasing me, with my scarf flowing and wind in my hair. I’d have usually stuffed it under my seat belt and pulled back my hair in a bun, irritated by both soon. Not today. Why not today?
Speakers blown to the full volume in the car; crawling in the morning traffic of Delhi. I don’t remember smiling at the car driving at the speed of snail. And songs like kuch to hua hai seem to connect to me so well. I don’t know if it is radio or my heart singing.
There is this enchanting mistiness in my thoughts. I’m nowhere and I’m everywhere. I wish the feeling never ends. I wonder again, has the mornings always been so beautiful or something is in the air…
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