Aahaa Chennai

Despite the inch-long thorns, the raiding ants all around, the noisy crows squabbling over the fallen chikoo, the smoky smell from the smouldering refuse heap, the lingering haze forming a white cloak, up above, hiding under the leaves but desperate for a sunny balm, a dainty yellow head making its presence felt, lets out a glimmer of a  smile.

One busy morning, when... the water supply suddenly stops, the pressure cooker has hiccups, the  boiling milk  goes crazy n' curdles, the power supply is in a 'now on, now off,' mode, the fast ticking clock brings on a headache, the school uniform gets mysteriously misplaced, the pile of peeled onions makes the eye water, a line of ants march in eyeing the delectable biscuits in the snackbox and you end up gnashing  your teeth as the iddlis turn out to be rocks, the generous sun sends out a message through the window mesh. Each day, I share a bit of my glow to enliven your humdrum existence.

Feeling sad that I look a little different from the usual symmetrical and perfectly shaped blossom below. However, what I see nearby gives me a big scoop of hope.

I've  gotten used to hearing these words again and again. "Practice makes perfect." Watch me practice my poses...                            up straight,                              The 'resting now' pose The 'meditative' pose The 'sideways' attempt The 'perched on a precarious tip' pose. I make sure that I don't attempt what is beyond  my  physical capabilities.