anitastrip

The mobile alarm rang as usual, and as usual she put it on snooze. Ten minutes more – as she lay in her favorite space, between waking and sleeping, between dreams and this busy world, between darkness and light.

Anita liked waking up when it was still a little dark, and she could see the few last stars fade away. There was silence all around. Faint lingering minutes as the black skies turned to a deep blue on the horizon. Before the hussle bussle started, the remembrance that Earth was just one of the million, billion, zillions.

The dreams usually left after hearing the mobile ring – and then the lists would start. Lists of what she needed to do that day. Call Ishwar. Atta is over. Crayons….

Up, up, up…….. the beginings of all the things she had to get done that day got her out of bed…..to the loo…brush…kitchen….

Water for her hot lime juice and for tea on one burner, milk on the other, take out butter from the fridge, waters boiling, squeeze the lime, add cold water to the glass, then hot, dump in the mint and tea leaves and milk, out with the vegetable, wash, cut cut cut, take out the atta from the fridge, remove the tea and milk, put on the kadai, fry the onions whilst she poured the tea, oops forgot the butter, bring it out from the fridge so that its soft …..

Pour milk into two cups…ooops that’s not Aparajita’s mickey mouse one .if its not that one she will cry and cry and cry and refuse to have her milk….. pour in Bourne Vita, stir, stir, stir, pour the tea into two big mugs……..

Call out to kids, give the mug to Kailash in his bed, she walks out to the verandah …. 15 minutes of the morning are over.

Multi tasker…. Like all women.