Nurungukal….2…contd…

     Every day sharp at 6’o clock she wakes up with a loud yawn as she scratch and arrange her hair which, was once reaching much below her posterior like a bunch of flowers of a palm tree. I have seen her managing it with great effort those days. And now she does it by a flick. As she slowly raise and staggers away, shifting her weight from one leg to another, I try to visualise  her swan walk of younger age.

By the time I get up after an extended nap the flask containing my morning coffee would be ready on the table, which I used to gulp shamelessly as a matter of right. The sequence of events that follow there after is in military precision as far as she is concerned no matter what the others do or wish. The routine is impeccably adhered.  The time slot for each activity viz. the afternoon siesta, ironing of clothes,[including mine] or stitching  is unchangeable come what may. I have never seen her in all these  45 years  enjoying an undeserved rest or interval in her daily life.

An introvert by nature, she opens herself in a subdued voice [not a murmur] when in company with her close relatives , although I am not in that list. It is always a fascinating scene, herself engaged in such moods. 

 I often used to watch in appreciation her impeccable dexterity in creating intrinsic patterns of lace work or woollen clothes. She derives an unusual joy while concentrating for hours on such a hobby.  Such expressions of excellence can  be attributed to high degree of tenacity.

 Although she has crossed 70, still pursues the above said rare qualities  to keep her engaged from dawn to dusk, without any expectation of appreciation from any corner.

 This post is only a silent recognition of all good things she stand forf.