Tuesday, June 23, 2009

In One Place

The morning has been almost perfect. Unhurried. Rising after the sun has come up; without an alarm, no guilt. Coffee over the newspaper. A few comments. Getting lunch ready. Some stretches. There are no phone calls ; well only one . And the doorbell rings only once. But the morning remains unshattered by harsh words- thoughts, demands. Bright, unfolding into promise,rich with life. Breakfast and he’s gone. I eat my oats , slowly with Binnie Kirshenbaum. I feel a slow pleasure come over me. A writer I know I’m are going to like. She brings calm and a slow unhurriedness and a liking for life that is contagious.

4 comments:

RAJI MUTHUKRISHNAN said...

Sounds so enviable!

kallu said...

Yes wonderful slow start - to a day that speeded up

Swarna said...

Wish you lots more of such peaceful, peace-imparting days. I am sure most of the next generation would term such days as 'boring'. What you have written is about both inner and outer tranquillity.

Swarna said...

BTW
this is a nice new look. (not been visiting blogs for long)