Morning Raga

She was out in the veranda at 5 Am in the morning.Up on the tenth floor,she had a beautiful view of the city's skyline against the backdrop of the early morning sky,ushering in the first rays of the sun.The sun was a orange ball peeping out slowly,inch by inch,just as a dolphin peeps out from the sea waters.Down below the traffic was very thin,yet the people on the streets seemed to be in a perpetual hurry-with the newspaper boy cycling vigorously and knowing which paper to drop where, without looking at his various bundles stacked,with mom's hurrying with the toddlers who have a morning session of play school,to scribble the alphabets and play with the plasticine.The milk man and the vegetable vendors and the person selling fish and the delivering the chicken,all hurrying to get to their workplace faster to sell more.

The garbage pick up truck comes and spoils the tranquility of the locality.Down the street the fresh flowers were being put on display,brightening and livening up the atmosphere both with their beauty and their scent.
She saw the morning walkers also moving at a brisk pace-old men wearing shorts ,with shoes laced up et al trying to remain fit and also spending time at the park,making buddies..health conscious youngsters jogging.She noticed the neighborhood tea shack opening,to make the first kettle of tea,to serve it along with the kachuri and the aloo ka dum,street style,steaming hot to the morning passer by's..

she saw the birds crying in various decibels and busy with their chores.

A sense of urgency seems to have taken over everybody despite an idyllic dawn.She took a long breath,sighed and turned around to get busy herself,to get into the "hurry" mode.