Oh !! My Mornings !!

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Hello and a Warm Good Morning. !

Are my mornings really good? I have a story to tell.
Let's take a look.

I have always been a kind of a night animal. Could stay up late nights, right up to the wee hours of the next day. Studying for an exam, last minute revisions, chit-chatting with girl-friends, midnight coffee or maggi, crying/pouring my heart out on the phone to a friend past 12 am, giggling sessions, night out with the notorious lot, it was all under the wraps of the moon and the stars.
It always was. Then, it's no wonder the mornings were fuzzy, cloudy and all dreamy.

During my early teens, this South Indian girl in oiled two plaits had a runny nose or a severely blocked one on a daily basis. To make matters worse, unstoppable bouts of sneezing, caused red and watery eyes, being the reason to be jeered at by classmates.
TRAUMA.
This brought us to the doorsteps of a series of doctors. All of them simply had just one solution. To get up only after the sun rises and is well on its way across the skies !! Sinusitis, they diagnosed.  And an allergy to the air carrying pollen during the wee morning hours.
Hence, I became a late riser.

During my early twenties,.. married and settling into an orthodox South Indian joint family. It was mandatory to sweep the courtyard with a broom made of coconut palm sticks, sprinkle a bucket full of water and make rangolis, to ward off last nights evils and welcome a new day and all our today's visitors. Aggravating my sinusitis. This again brought us to the doorsteps of a series of doctors. All of them simply had just one solution. To get up only after the sun rises and is well on its way across the skies !!  And an allergy to the air carrying pollen during the wee morning hours.
Hence, I became a late riser.
Not for long though, as this did not go well with my orthodox mother in law. Heard her ruing about how today's young girls lazed in bed, even as the sun rose and warmed their buns!! These words were not only warm but burnt my ears. Sinusitis versus Maa in law. The latter won, hands down, for the sake of serenity in the household.
 TRAUMA.

Years rolled. Hairs greyed. Sons turned into young men. Generation Next.

As I write this today, its past nine AM. My darling husband brews and brings me my early morning cuppa, along with my favourite oats biscuits and our daily dose of news-updation.
 It's Newspaper Time.

And this is how my mornings begin today.
ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL.


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