Some mornings are a little more special than others .
My self made tea tastes great .
My energy levels may not be peaking but they are sufficient to get me through to the weekend.
Mentally, I am in a fairly good spot- not upbeat and singing from the rooftops but good!
Professionaly , when I look back at a week, I have completed most of my tasks and achieved what I had set out to.
My cat has condescendingly shown a little more affection than she normally does. She snuggled near my toes for about 30 minutes and for her and me , that's a lot.
And I feel thankful and grateful within.
It's probably the thought of the weekend round the corner too that's adding to the wellbeing.
As a school boy , I waited for the weekend with its fun, games and high jinks ( not a common term I know).
I would breeze through my homework as quickly as possible, rush through the assigned chores, have a ' cat's lick' ( another uncommon term to confuse you ) , swallow down breakfast without a fuss and be out to play.
Cricket on the avenue road, marbles near by in anyone's garden, seven tiles, ' gulli danda' , caroms, ludo, snakes and ladders and other games.
Often I would hear a war cry ' Michael' and rush back in irritation. It would be to run or cycle to the ' baniya ' to get something or the other.
Back to the friends as quickly as possible. Luch would be golloped down( check the meaning) . I was always reminded ' have you washed your hands' !
Then more play.
While adults had a snooze , we played, we cycled , we stole Guavas, mangoes and plums from neighbour's gardens and had a great time.
As dusk fell, everyone made their way home . There was no TV - there was no phone. But there was so much to do and we were never bored.
Despite everything kids have today we often hear about kids being bored, depressed, angry, fed up with life, even suicidal.
I guess it's a sad reflection of the times.
So many of us just had the basics while growing up but we were happy.
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