Of ethereal mornings

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.