They say (who I don’t know and frankly I don’t care!) That the early morning dew and the mist is very romantic. But for a kid whose only hope was a merit seat if he at all wanted to become a doctor it just meant that it was cold and most importantly it’s morning!!…
So that was me …..I had always liked the silence of the night to the noise of the day. I guess if the noise was reversed it would have been a different story. In those times of being a lonely kid in the company of books in the first floor of that scary house were the only thing I remember.
A glass of hot tea made by myself during which I would go down to see my mom watching some Amitabh Movie (it was a fad during those times since DD was expanding and experimenting!) And I would sit on the lonely chair at the end of the bed. Dad would have been fast asleep without a care of the world and hardly perturbed by the noise of the idiot box.
Ceasor would have been there previously which was replaced now with an empty space at the side of the door.
A quick cup of tea would take just five minutes and I would make an extra cup for mom. Bhai was anyway far away in thrissur and frankly he never liked to read in the night.
I would watch a part of the movie and at the most interesting part I would separate myself from the TV like an addict removing the drug and throwing it on the floor. The only companion on the top would be my loneliness my fear and of course my old stereo. The old behemoth would be ten times the size of the present music players and maybe weigh hundred times more!!…..
Those were the days of vividh bharti and AM radio… The cassette players which used to get stuck and it was easier to rewind them using the pencil which was usually the only reason why we still had pencils!………
My dad used to explain that when we are young our mistakes are erasable and temporary but as we grow older they become permanent…
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