Ona cold and frosty morning..

This morning was a cold, snowy, morning...Did not get the inclination to get up and walk to starbucks for an early round of coffee.. But still did it. as I was walking along the streets noticed snow..a childish desire to write names and delete them took possession over me.

Like an ebullient child under the supervision of an indulgent parent, wrote and rewrote words and names over and over again in the snow..Obliterated each one and continued afresh.
The entire route form my place to starbucks was totally my footprints!! I felt I had escaped notice until a child behind whispered conspiratorially to his mom "I think she has learnt to write alphabets"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Blushing to the depth of my hair roots, which is saying a lot :: to catch me blushing is truly amazing... I went to starbucks, tookover a vanilla latte.. It was early in the day.around 7:00am.There were sounds of the morning but unlike those in India..took me back in time to Mylapore where..

Morning 5:30 Household noises start creeping into your dreams. Amma, her long hair washed and delightful in shikakai, patti running about cleaning the house of yesterday's "pathu"(never got to what she meant by it:probably included me too). I usually slept on the floor with a neat kambalam(now wound tightly around myself)underneath. Pattering of footsteps as amma moved around the house.

Metti oli than!!! vasalla thanni thelichu kolam podara satham. Parthasarthy Perumal kovil Sahasranamam,music...streets slowly comes to life..House starts smelling delightfully: Sambrani+otthuvathi+Perumal sannithi : delightful.. suddenly another smell intrudes: beyond which it is no longer possible to sleep: FRESHLY BREWED COFFEE: filter coffee..Can the vanilla lattes of starbucks even come close to it!!! never... still the last vestiges of sleep and reluctance to face the day tie me to the floor....

Appa switches on the radio "Kaushalya Supraja...".(ting ting ting..) "Amma pal vanthurukku" --engathu pal karan vanthutan..

patti hurries out "kuzhanda thoongara-kathathiyenda";

velan : "papa thoonginda eruku?ezupividu ma! padikara pulla eppidiya? suriyan vanthachu?"

appa," ennikume suriyan ellama elaiyala onnum panna mudiyathu"-political comment vera.,. amma,"setha nazhi unga politics vittu eruka mudiyathey!!!"patti," etho exam nu sonnale ezupu da avala".."chellam,kannukutti, ezuntiruda kanna, exam ponnumono..sarang vanthuduvan paru. ellam eduthu vachukanum.."

Amma gently pulls me out.apdiye rendu nimisham, in amma's embrace.. Perusa oru sombal murichu time patha :6:00am... after half an hour of dreaming and brushing my teeth, coffee and The Hindu...7:00am..trinkle trinkle trinkle..aiyo vanthutanya vanthutan!!!! ennoda yeman!!!

sarang "ENDI READYIA? na poren ni va...vetti! cha!! somberi!! mami: enna unga ponnu.....10 nimshathula prayer..." My day had begun..with the richness of sound only Triplicane can provide...
hark!!! I can listen to it now!! a heart shouting"hamsa ezunthuru di".... another mingles with it: "10 nimishathula prayer..."
song on my lips now: enna satham entha neram....