When the sun greets you....!

It was after a long time I went for a morning walk today, a time of the day I always aspire to rise but fail regularly. So when the eyes didn’t close back in the wee hours, I thought of gathering the lazy bones and ache it a bit. The sun hadn’t come out yet but the darkness had waned and the mist in the air still young and the dew below sparkled.

In the mornings, I look forward to meet friends in my neighborhood, whom you don’t bump into normally because of varied office timings. It was a pleasure meeting a dapper looking Balu, a very dear friend, on his way to office. We couldn’t exchange anything beyond pleasantries as he rushed to grab a seat in a waiting autorickshaw. I wondered if his enthusiasm to get in it was fuelled by the two beautiful girls who were sharing the vehicle.

The rising sun greets you with its innocent rays like an infant’s soft hands on your cheeks. It seemed like asking me “Hey, long time no see”. The shopkeepers lift their shutters, not before touching the ground and then reaching the hand to their forehead. Where else we see such customs so ingrained in any culture. A moment observed stoically to the supreme being. I also see an elder of a family paying his respects to the rising sun from his balcony, chanting mantras while pouring water with raised hands on the Tulsi pot. Guess, these unquestioned traditions has kept us bonded for more than 5000 years now.

I have often observed that no one walks past anyone without making eye contact for a second. It can be a non verbal way of wishing each other a good morning and a wonderful day ahead. An old couple walking leisurely with the man very patiently keeping pace with the wife’s feeble steps swelled a lot of respect for them in me. The promise to get old together is fulfilled while taking care of each other and raising a family. These moments at the sunset of life is longed more as the fear of being alone tomorrow lurks large. I walk past them inspired by their journey to see a group of grannies sitting on a bench. For a moment, I thought are they alone now and wished their children are taking care and filling the vacuum.

The mother stuffing the lunch box in her kindergarten going kid bag while scolding him sweetly to stand still as he wants to rush into the waiting school bus and grab the window seat beside his friend, brings a smile to your face. She keeps waving to her kid till the bus vanishes from her sight. A moment you go back memory lane when you picture your mother and your growing years. Mothers will be always the same..!!!

Ever wondered, what does the roadside tea vendor concocts in his humble “cutting” of Rs.3/- what a Twinnings, or a Tetley fail to do and that too very miserably at that. And above all you can even customize your drink “arrey pani kum…patti jyaada” which he brews it for you happily. I take time to sip the invigorant and let the taste stay in my mouth for some time.

I return home to brace the day and a promise to greet the sun as often as I can.