Koyals were into poetry reading sessions as me soul in bed tapped the Shiva lines of Pattukkaran: '..... as for Markandeya, fend me from scratch of death.' Me soul smiled and Rama looked surprised; an usually grouchy husband, waking up with laughs; told her Pattukkaran lines and Pattukkaran is her hero. Pattukkaran makes death pleasurable. Wonder whether Shiva can help us. Me theory: We will be knowers, if we learn death. And there are no schools teaching death; nature knows death but is silent. Till then we are Humans. Ruskin Bond writes in Maharani: 'Death holds life together. Once we lose our fear of death, something happens to life. It is this fear that keeps us on our toes, keeps us going, makes us savour the joy of being alive. ..' But me on Monday morning is a Priyanka Chopra bubble, enjoying. Tilak Udyan gays you. A mostly silent area, there are birds and flowers and trees. As me entered the Udyan, noted a brown stray in deep sleep, like all of us unawake on duty. Went near, clicked and he barked into life; no attacks; and humans all over delight in selfies. Rama and me noted crows in their nests putting away yowling koyals. Rama is into heavy exertions. Two rounds of the park; a resting; long bare foot walks on the grass to stimulate a calmness; her Facebook Guruji has told her that; a lolling on lovely, wooden benches. And on watch over me. Me chatted a spectacled lady feeding strays; the lady looked likable; she knows their (dogs) mother and grandmother, maybe she was celebrating Mother's Day; she feeds strays near her apartment and some do not like the idea; sought her permission to click her feeding two strays; she said yes when Rama came over smiling; the lady said hullo, rama returned the hullo, me moved off. 'Enough at your old age,' Rama remarked on our way back. Did mention that me was for the dogs; a point not taken. Rama did not make a second cup of coffee; she offered a cold glass of Roohafza and two dry, overnight methi rotis with a Smiley Sorry. Me could not ask for more: from Pattukaran, Shiva, Bond, Rama and life.
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Monday morning
Koyals were into poetry reading sessions as me soul in bed tapped the Shiva lines of Pattukkaran: '..... as for Markandeya, fend me from scratch of death.' Me soul smiled and Rama looked surprised; an usually grouchy husband, waking up with laughs; told her Pattukkaran lines and Pattukkaran is her hero. Pattukkaran makes death pleasurable. Wonder whether Shiva can help us. Me theory: We will be knowers, if we learn death. And there are no schools teaching death; nature knows death but is silent. Till then we are Humans. Ruskin Bond writes in Maharani: 'Death holds life together. Once we lose our fear of death, something happens to life. It is this fear that keeps us on our toes, keeps us going, makes us savour the joy of being alive. ..' But me on Monday morning is a Priyanka Chopra bubble, enjoying. Tilak Udyan gays you. A mostly silent area, there are birds and flowers and trees. As me entered the Udyan, noted a brown stray in deep sleep, like all of us unawake on duty. Went near, clicked and he barked into life; no attacks; and humans all over delight in selfies. Rama and me noted crows in their nests putting away yowling koyals. Rama is into heavy exertions. Two rounds of the park; a resting; long bare foot walks on the grass to stimulate a calmness; her Facebook Guruji has told her that; a lolling on lovely, wooden benches. And on watch over me. Me chatted a spectacled lady feeding strays; the lady looked likable; she knows their (dogs) mother and grandmother, maybe she was celebrating Mother's Day; she feeds strays near her apartment and some do not like the idea; sought her permission to click her feeding two strays; she said yes when Rama came over smiling; the lady said hullo, rama returned the hullo, me moved off. 'Enough at your old age,' Rama remarked on our way back. Did mention that me was for the dogs; a point not taken. Rama did not make a second cup of coffee; she offered a cold glass of Roohafza and two dry, overnight methi rotis with a Smiley Sorry. Me could not ask for more: from Pattukaran, Shiva, Bond, Rama and life.
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