A slow and easy wakeup, breathing exercises at the terrace, under the morning sky and beaming sun, comfortable and healthy breakfast (millet idlies from a shop nearby), looking forward to a small trip with a friend, happy conversations, fixing the cooking gas cylinder, making rangoli (for the flat owners), dropping the elderly couple (flat owners) to the nearby Bus stand....
The sweetest thing was, when uncle was locking his house door and he called me to check if the door has been locked properly? Like literally push and do a test...ha ha ha.
I get tears in my eyes when I think how much the couple love eachother...and in the many ways they express it or exchange that love. I am blessed to be surrounded by them and I see that how a small act of aunty asking me to make Rangoli for her house entrance melts away all my lingering anger against them for rent related disagreements.
It's true, I can get a house anywhere, if I want.. but a home is nurtured over time, with patience, with respectful disagreements, spaces to heal, with honest conversations and sometimes pure intent and gestures....
And I am truly blessed to be in the shadow of such love. May be I was destined here and the way uncle says I am his third daughter....I feel immensely blessed and cared for.
I dropped them and returned home. I desired for a a hot beverage and the only options I had was either a hot black coffee or tea...I choose black masala coffee.
Softly, an unfamiliar ease had taken over me, possibly due to year-end holidays and work being quiet. To have the music on in the background, seeing the water boiling on the stove (after almost 4 days) was a home coming.
I stretched slightly and stood on my tiptoes to reach the upper selves of the kitchen and pullout a black-yellow mug. The one that Mom had brought. But because, I prefer tea and in specific thin wall mugs, I never used these cups except for when Mom was visiting me. I prefer to use these black-yellow mugs only for my coffee or frothed hot chocolate. I know, few things are unexplainable...why I only like thin wall porcelain mugs fot tea and thick ones for the coffee or hot chocolate or soups.
It was around 10.15 am, I sat near the entrance door of my flat with my hot masala coffee. Felt a blissful sense of satisfaction deep within. To my surprise, I was embracing the sunlight that visits at my doorstep...I sat with it... feeling it's embrace and warmth on my face. And I wanted to capture the moment and write about it ...and with coffee this write-up is over too.
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