The better days are nearly gone and I am still unable to think..Oh ! What a pity ! A week is almost gone without any literary pursuit..Oh ! What a pity.
The morning cuppa was just right.The second was good and the third one was by far the best...Yet ! an upper storey,failed to light up and remained plagued in darkness...
I have to admit that my maid motivates me to work.So when she is around,I am brisk and active and when she leaves,that's when a sense of completion overwhelms me and I am free to think..
It was 7AM,I pulled the curtains to let the morning ray of sunshine in.I had not overslept...It was intentional. I was making the most of a well deserved national holiday. As I lay awake, I made up my mind to work hard, really hard, so that I would be able to think....
So,I pulled out the bedspreads, the pillow covers and the cushion covers. Straight they went into the washing machine. The bed ,the pillows and the cushions got a new makeover and I was pleased. I paused to think.Have I been able to think ?...
"No! Not yet my dear," said an inner voice..
Unperturbed, I went about ,on not so routine chores...The kitchen is the best place to be in, when in search of new ideas. So I got into familiar territory. MTR's Rava idli is good, fast to cook and good to eat.With breakfast done, and no headway into new thoughts, I continued undeterred..
I checked the provisions available..The filled glass bottles and the Tupperware are proof of sufficient stock.A sense of contentment overpowered me and I was pleased. The sparkling stainless vessels are an indication of Tambrahm power and so powerful I feel...The tamarind,salt and pickles occupy their much deserved position in the porcelain jars...AAh ! That's indeed gratifying....and should empower me to have a taste of my own writing......So i thinketh......
I moved from the cellar to the altar..I cleaned the silverware with vibhuti ,and scrubbed the bronze and brassware with tamarind…I wiped the photos,drew the daily kolams and lit the oil lamp...I prayed to the Gods for the gift of creative thought,so that I could think...think well ,so that I could write and write at my best so that my happy hormones could be elevated….badly need them for the months ahead.
The lunch preparation began with a bang...The safety valve in the tiny pressure cooker went bust...I was not going to be worried anyway...A long association in a joint family has also helped to retain,procure and stock all that I need and all that I don't ,in multiples of two and more,so that cooking continues uninterrupted…The menu is Capsicum sambhar, Kovakkai curry, Milagu rasam and Thenga Thugaiyal.....
Lunch is also done…..My Godmother Maya Devi made her presence felt in the fleeting moments when she mopped the floor and washed the utensils. Home is where the heart is…Home is where the tiffs begin and end. Home is where occupation begins with preoccupation…Home is where laughter is interspersed with tears…Home is where you long to be in when you are out and out when you are in…Home is where relationships stand the test of time and are not strained by silly angst within……..
So ! in the midst of squabbles and the tiffs, in between kisses and hugs, when the hungry mouths are fed,when the God mother has left with a promise to be back tomorrow, when the forty winks will run to a couple of hours…that is when I am inspired to think….
and so signing off as Hitachi says...Inspire Next....
