Young sun rays pouring in from the window
Sieved through leaves of the mango tree outside
Softened by the taming fabric of yellow curtains
Flooding white marble floor with warmth and light.
Window pane flora in full glory
Leaves swaying to the rhythm of gentle breeze
Pink and white periwinkles
Brightly smiling to the unfolding morning.
Little sparrows alight at the window
Announcing their arrival with a chirp and flutter
Wiggling wings in a shallow water pot
Before flying away with mouthful of millets.
Water tap running at the basin
Rustling of turning newspaper
pages
Rice cooker whistling and
Clunking of steel vessels in the kitchen.
Sounds that signal maturing
Of this ethereal morning.
Wafts of incense and ginger chai
Aromas of rice and spice and
Soapy freshness of shampoos and creams
Scents that fill the morning
At my house.
These scenes
These sounds
These scents
Let me breathe again in a space
Painted by them.
