Just another day

In these restricted movement days,when the sun remains hidden under crevices,the mood certainly is not great.Dullness and boredom spread tentacles to catch one head on.A late riser all my life, this morning I woke up from stupor to the drumming bells of heavy rain and clap of thunder.Grey clouds had displaced sprawling fluffy,frothy ones-I fell in love with yesterday.It rained incessant,crippling mobility altogether.Perhaps,I did not pay sufficient heed to the met office forecast of weather.There is a reason behind by not behaving like a good listener.Every time they predict rain or thundershower, the weather acts otherwise-proving them wrong.But, this time I was wrong.

I was in dire need of essentials.I had not noticed the waning status.I could lay my hands on two eggs and a few onions after thorough search. I recounted a friend's advice that I had ignored long back -"Store in different pockets, if you forget one the other will come to the rescue ."

In hindsight, this too applies to life-we need to attach strings of happiness to different baskets.

Now it is late.

Taking those eggs and onions in my hands I was engulfed in a sense of remorse.

Oh my! how do I manage breakfast and lunch with these meager

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supplies? My neighbor acted as a good samaritan, when I sought to borrow essentials.The breakfast and the lunch were well managed shows with her much needed help. A family of four did not have to starve.With less provision, delicious food could be cooked.A few month's practice of "less is more" has surely made us adept in finding and savoring life's essence.The saying has rooted deep in our psyche by now.We are getting used to the sense and the sensibility.

The fearful storm has chosen some other place on earth it seems! The severity is lessened.Traffic on roads too has increased.My mood, which was static at zero in the morning, is riding the rung -I can feel. I am readying myself for a visit to a provision store to get me enough to last till weekend.I have plans to spring a surprise on my neighbor. When I finish preparing apple pie and doughnut for family supper,I shall invite her to my place on some pretext and then serve her these homemade delicacies.How delightful the episode will be!The very thought of appeasing someone's taste buds is such pure joy! I am already getting goosebumps.Dark clouds don't stay forever...so also a grumpy mood.I have started counting on my blessings.To have a neighbor in need is a blessing per se.