The mornings...

Morning blues...yes, I have been a victim too...
But still...in the faint memories, there are memories of mornings, sweet and beloved.

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One of the best mornings I remember is during the vacation time back home during my childhood.
We would wake up to the morning news on Akashavani...I dont know if anyone ever heard the news, but it would be going on loud...
You can hear them at the kitchen, amidst the thick smoke from the clay stove. You can hear them at the bathroom, where someone would be always taking bath.
You can hear them at the varanda, where all the elders would be reading the paper sipping the hot coffee, and discussing Mani group and Joseph group politics...
I dotn know if its the news that woke me up those days, but the feeling of waking up to another day of play and fun in a joint family...more than the blues of waking up in the morning, I would treasure thembfor ever.


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The very rare overnight journeys during earlier days in life. May be it was the tour from school, or the vacation where you travel to visit relatives.
As you open your eyes to the cold wind that tickled you, the dawn would be just breaking out and your bus climbing the ever so fresh mountain ranges.
It may soon stop for everyone to have a hot tea, and you can see the small vehicles climbing the hairpin bends that your bus has already conquered.
The mornign was ever so fresh then!


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The exam may have been tough...it may have been easy. But it was the last one. And you wake up , as usual and realize its a two month vacation lying to embrace you with all its warmth. You just sit up on the bed and wonder where to start. Thats an ever so amusing feeling.

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And these days? Staying up awake all night, have you lost the freshness of waking up in the morning? To wake up at so odd hours only to smile at the message on the mobile phone or trying hard to complete the half broken dream , is that what triggers your mornings these days??