7 mornings. At 7, a magpie robin drops in at my window and sings. Me listens. Not precisely at me window but atop a pipe beside the water tank on the terrace of C wing. Do not know if birds observe World Poetry Day; maybe they do not have to as they are always in poetry; do not know if the magpie is a lady or a gentleman; today, as it gave voice, a crow (who else), drove it off its perch; but the magpie robin made it again; trilled, thrilled and left for a tomorrow morning. At 5 morning, by me watch, in Borivili, the koyal calls first and not crows and then many koyals set tunes; at around 6, house sparrows make their trip with squeaks; poetry here, there, everywhere; and that free. Every day is Poetry Day. And then the mobile rings (it rarely is in action as none calls; the two regulars are Shreya and Chiyu, but growing up, the frequency drops. Law of Living. Chiyu demands Aam ras, Hapus variety; Ajoba and Aji get into action; Aji cannot make it to Chiyu, busy making the dabba for son Ganesh; Ajoba, stuffed with fresh currency notes (not demonetised pieces of paper, please note Arun Jaitley) by Aji, halts at Jain Dughdhalay, picks up Hapus ras, autos to Mandapeshwar Housing Society; Chiyu in wait with open door, and the little Lady goes for Hapus and two crisp dosas with onion sambhar, made by Aji in a rush. Odd mix, but that's it. Ajoba and Aji are not Ajoba and Aji when they are with Shreya and Chiyu; a Loving Kindness. After a cup of tea, Ajoba at home descends into his sofa, details Aji and Aji calls up Chiyu for confirmation. Aji a tad upset over missing the action. She promises an evening trip with fresh supplies of Aam ras. Chatting, the door bell rang; Madhavi. She walked in with a 'Ma' on a smile. She had visited Mahalxami temple and bought a pix of Goddess Mahalaxmi for Rama; and then over tea, drummed a day out with her relatives. Siddhi Vinayak, Mahalaxmi, Mumbadevi and Haji Ali darga. 'Ma, sab bhagwan ko dekha, oti aur chadar chadaya; Dadar mein vada pav khaya; raat ho gaya ghar aane ko; maja kiya,' she told Ma. A yearly rite and this year is particular as daughter is sitting for SSC examinations at a Kannada village school off Solapur. All the papers have gone well. Rama placed the pix in her kitchen temple, lighted the diya, prayed.... Rama wants to go.
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
7 mornings
7 mornings. At 7, a magpie robin drops in at my window and sings. Me listens. Not precisely at me window but atop a pipe beside the water tank on the terrace of C wing. Do not know if birds observe World Poetry Day; maybe they do not have to as they are always in poetry; do not know if the magpie is a lady or a gentleman; today, as it gave voice, a crow (who else), drove it off its perch; but the magpie robin made it again; trilled, thrilled and left for a tomorrow morning. At 5 morning, by me watch, in Borivili, the koyal calls first and not crows and then many koyals set tunes; at around 6, house sparrows make their trip with squeaks; poetry here, there, everywhere; and that free. Every day is Poetry Day. And then the mobile rings (it rarely is in action as none calls; the two regulars are Shreya and Chiyu, but growing up, the frequency drops. Law of Living. Chiyu demands Aam ras, Hapus variety; Ajoba and Aji get into action; Aji cannot make it to Chiyu, busy making the dabba for son Ganesh; Ajoba, stuffed with fresh currency notes (not demonetised pieces of paper, please note Arun Jaitley) by Aji, halts at Jain Dughdhalay, picks up Hapus ras, autos to Mandapeshwar Housing Society; Chiyu in wait with open door, and the little Lady goes for Hapus and two crisp dosas with onion sambhar, made by Aji in a rush. Odd mix, but that's it. Ajoba and Aji are not Ajoba and Aji when they are with Shreya and Chiyu; a Loving Kindness. After a cup of tea, Ajoba at home descends into his sofa, details Aji and Aji calls up Chiyu for confirmation. Aji a tad upset over missing the action. She promises an evening trip with fresh supplies of Aam ras. Chatting, the door bell rang; Madhavi. She walked in with a 'Ma' on a smile. She had visited Mahalxami temple and bought a pix of Goddess Mahalaxmi for Rama; and then over tea, drummed a day out with her relatives. Siddhi Vinayak, Mahalaxmi, Mumbadevi and Haji Ali darga. 'Ma, sab bhagwan ko dekha, oti aur chadar chadaya; Dadar mein vada pav khaya; raat ho gaya ghar aane ko; maja kiya,' she told Ma. A yearly rite and this year is particular as daughter is sitting for SSC examinations at a Kannada village school off Solapur. All the papers have gone well. Rama placed the pix in her kitchen temple, lighted the diya, prayed.... Rama wants to go.
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