Oh wao when the sun gleaming high with its bright yellow sunshine heating & warming up the cold waves and me smiling cheerful in galore my white pearls grinning in or may be little pale white but yes grinning for sure and can’t stop grinning extending it far off from the extreme north pole to the utmost southern extension. There is festivity in my air ‘MY AIR’ especially as that air, the aura enveloping me and cajoling around me is only but mine, the blue sky empowering me with its tender blue mood always ready to engulf me in its heavy love laden bosom and me yes for sure I also want that to dig my sky, as I lovingly call it my sky and its only mine when I gaze at it with passionate desire it understands my unspoken words and starts smiling and winking at me, assuring and reassuring as if it’s there, always there, no matter what just undeterred as a gallant lover.
Oh well let me come back reviving, the ardent topic here there’s festivity in the air as I mentioned earlier the little tired not so old year of 2015 wanting to take a deep slumber at the rear seat, enabling the next year take the driver’s seat, then all the merriment the Christmas and all other festivities regarding the new year fest waits all anew fresh and vibrant with all the new year wishes, the resolutions always made to be broken to renew them again, all the mornings which we might have had this year all the fulfilled wishes and all the uncatered wishes and desires to be fulfilled this year the promises and lies of the past bygone year, but isn’t this rut race happens and rehappen again and again but then what happens, by the time the virgin new year rolls past by the midway all the promises starts overpowering themselves making us more reluctant to fulfill them and we give them away so coolly as we can’t take the load straight but then that’s the pivot where we need to balance our axis and be on the track trying to fulfill all those resolutions one at a time with much benediction and unfathomable energy not just physically but mentally as well, but for me everyday dawn to dusk is a new day the onset of a fresh crisp new year.
Same as it appears to me entirely personal feeling even the nature appears to be full bloom ready to take over the new year leaving behind all that was old and unrevived, trust me every bit is in full bloom, all the bright rainbow coloured flowers, the birds chirping at their high at the first ray of sun and I although wake up early, but stay as lethargic as a slug cocooned inside my soft floral printed quilt then muster up all my courage to break up that cocoon and step down but before that, I memorise silently and very seriously all those eatables which I am going to devour with that morning cuppa of fuming tea, the leftover slice of pastry and that last morsel of chocolate fudge, the last bite of that devilishly evil ginger cake slice just calls me and pulls me towards them like tsunami and then there I am standing in front of my cold square den to make a release of these culprits sitting imprisoned in their cardboard boxes yes not in any plate as their virgin flavor will be lost with some other food item, yes I am very cautious about that even if the sour lemon water comes in my mind I vehemently put it aside at the last member of my waiting list in my menu card, then the idiotic act of brushing and stuff the so called freshening up procedure as called by sophisticated people might call it takes place but just dreaming of the pastry, by the time my hot kettle sizzles and boils with hot water making me a bit more happy and anxious along with times comes to add the other ingredients like tea, sugar and milk, never ever will I sip that basil green tea which is no less than a punishment and make you feel terribly sick at least in my case and ask yourself are you ill and that time who cares for that nonsense waist line in winters, I may work really hard to put that extra slice of ginger in to my tea, then my friends keep your hands together for my tea is really ready to be sieved in a huge cauldron like mug with all the sweet devils sitting around it make it such a melodious sounding orchestra, then yuppie the time comes when I meticulously carry them all over to my Edens garden where I dig deep in to my comfort zone in my team are the most desired and deserved candidates who join me are workaholic ant aunty, followed by sunbird aunt, the green parrot uncle not to forget my lovers and my boyfriends my sun, the huge blue flamboyant sky, the huge green trees, my huge handsome bamboo tree its soft shoots dancing in harmony with each gush of wind, all the other species of birds I call them by different pet names, a huge black rat sometimes seen in my perch which I shouldn’t have mentioned even then not to forget a snake bhaiya also joins me may be come to see or get his poison fang recharged from me but whatever it is all of them form my party and make my morning tea a blissful ceremony now tell me can you say and term this no less than a celebration and that too on a daily basis on my own conditions, venue and invitees are also on my check list isn’t it a gala supremo celebration of life…
to be continued…