Dancing Feet...

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5:30 a.m -Alarm shouts top of it's voice. Sushan untangles himself and wakes up saying that he would wake up and I can stay asleep. I too wake up with a fussy face consoling myself by promising the lazy me ,the good sleep on Saturday and Sunday.

    Anklets tied to our feet which dances with the
tik-tok rythm of the clock. Sushan chops the veggies needed and greens for other chores.My feet starts dancing with every tik-tok of clock did-did-thai-did-did-thai, dough getting cooked for the rotis, The steam of boiling gravy, tempering for Chutney,The iron Tawa getting heated up, brewing tea, vessels filling in the sink!

  The chiming of Pooja bell by Sushan at 7:00 a.m, the feet starts dancing Tha-ka-di-mi-tha. Toasted rotis, Hot gravy waiting to get packed.Melting of butter on Dosas, Ginger tea goes into the mug.The dancing feet pauses at the balcony.Waving at Sushan and reporting back to kitchen.The dance resumes and  finally stops  for Morning when all the dishes in the sink are cleared!

  I sit there with some Coffee-Fuming Hot Frothy filter-Coffee.A small doze to refill the energy for the next performance.Getting ready and going to college.

The dance begins  again.Come back in the evening dance for the tik-tok rythm.Finally when it comes to an end for the day all I need is the Cup of coffee.

  I prepare a cup of filter coffee.Drink and push it gently towards Sushan who refuses at first and manages to get a few sips.I smile and ask if I could bring one more cup of Coffee...

  The sight of evening sky, the caressing breeze,
lit-lamp, fluttering of little plants at the balcony, his warm smile -Essence of life

You are INCREDIBLE Sudarshana Mali

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