brightly awake

thats what i was today at 7 am. felt good. even mum was not yet awake though my teeth brushing noises got her up soon enough. she was wondering why i need to be up so early (!) on a sunday. but then i could never loll in bed once awake. that too so brightly. though it was in the middle of a random dream about being in delhi and having messed up my return flight booking and dealing with irritating delhi auto-wallahs and considering having jet airways fix my flight to an earlier one without penalty. i am going to get flowers from the garden to make a garland now. mum prays everyday in a vague way and feels happy enough to hang my garland on the little god-statues i have in my antique cabinet. i am happy to remember a childhood skill of making flower garlands. not to mention the still strange and unique pleasure of pottering in a garden in the morning and getting a bowl full of white flowers from there and being amazed at how many more of them still are there on the trees. and today i spy a hibiscus too. bright red. like blood. i am going to leave that there. and yes, i am back almost to normal.