This saturday morning

Growing up by the beach, makes you crave to get out of the sultry humid climatic insanity of a town as soon as you can. Well, just realised that it is only until you actually do.

This lazy Saturday morning, I am thinking of that hustling little beach town I grew up in.

I am thinking of the infinite early morning rides, in dad's scooter to watch the dawn glide down that part of the earth's sky, dragged out of the bed and lured there by the thrill of a cup of tea that is served to you by local chai-wallas who walk around the beach with their tea stalls on their shoulders.

I am thinking of the mundane days made not so mundane, by my gang of cousins, when we sneaked out of the house, cycles under our toes and nonchalance up our sleeves, ready for a riot with the waves, having rosogolla, taking pictures by paying the tourist camera guys and in the end coming home to a royal wash down by the moms and dads and bou and bapa.

I am thinking of the honeyed evenings when a mutinous wind spoiled your hair and the beads of sea caressed your face, you were laughing your dusk away with friends over mudhi masala and thums up.

I am thinking of post dinner soirees with mom n dad where dad would lie down resting his head on the handkerchief laid on the sand, mom with her cup of ice cream and us two running around, talking of everything under the sun as the air kissed our hearts, until the cops came n said it was time to leave.

This Saturday morning, with a cup of ginger tea in my olive colored vintage mug, legs inside the blanket and a lazy winter sunshine donning my walls I am thinking of times soaked in sepia stained faces and nascent dreams that birthed in their lungs and changed our lives forever. This Saturday morning, I am thinking of an ebullient childhood that makes me who I am and tells me what it is to live and laugh and love. This Saturday morning, I am thinking how thankful I am for it all.

What are you thinking of today?