Notes from the Windowsill

Day-16 NaPoWriMo-2019/A to Z Challenge 2019

                                                                   across my kitchen window



The morning saga begins- 

The ginger tea and its aroma

Fills the kitchen as I stifle a yawn

Pick up my favorite cup, a little chipped

Absently, I search for the filter

I wait for the concoction to boil,

I look outside the kitchen window

That is when my morning starts

A mother dragging her child to school

She is in her printed nightie,

A chunni over her shoulder.

The idli stall is busy, some dosas in the plate

There are  a few vadas prancing in the pan

Those two puppies. almost six months old

The chemist store’s doormat their warm place

I remember when they were born

Shivering in the monsoon winds

There is the music school

A glass door slightly ajar

Yes, I see a few students playing the instruments

A thin strain of violin reaches my ears

That old lady in the adjoining street

Peeling onions and garlic for the lunch

That black Labrador guarding the lane

Never allows the other streets mongrels in its domain

A few schoolchildren boarding an auto rickshaw

Yes, the divider is half  mended and they jump across

The cyclist is not in a hurry,

A few vehicles taking a break as their masters learn music

The jacaranda tree is in bloom behind that pink building

As I squint a little, I  see the flaming flowers of gulmohar too

There are some clothes swinging on the terrace, the summer is good

A little further, on the right side, there is a clamor, a pandemonium of sort

The garbage can is overflowing,

Can see a few swine and canines, fighting over a plastic bag

Lost in my mundane view, I feel something burning

There goes my tea, now the gastove needs a scrub

I am fully awake as I pour water for another cup of tea

I hear a sweet voice in the distant, spring is here.

Participating in : NaPoWriMo-2019