the alarm hasn't gone off
the newspaper hasn't come
neither has the milkman
nor has the bin collector
no morning tea to make
no water to store
no dresses to iron
no shoes to polish
no utensils to clear
no clothes for the machine
no brooming
no mopping
no aastha
no bloomberg
no aajtak of overnight
no to-do list
no deadlines to meet
no calls to take
no waiting customers
no boss to be
no boss to see
---
surrounded by a hundred tall deodars
carpetted by a thousand idle apple trees
few koels and meerkats
wild cats
occasional humming car passing by on the serpentile sleepy road
alone in 'the mamleshwar'
amidst cold winter winds of chindi
waiting for the warmth of the fresh sun
of what is
a monday for the world
but an eternal sunday for me
the morning hasn't started......
welcome home
dear life!
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