Thursday, September 08, 2005

Sunrise on my pillow

It was a Sunday morning. And Sunday morning's I’ve hardly seen. The room was dark- mom'd turned off the AC but it was still cold. Wrapped up in bed sheets, cocooned in pillows as always when at home... Pondicherry in summer is way too summery.

My mobile finds a constant place on one side of my pillow. And sometime in between the night, it is switched to the other side. Its not that I am always expecting someone’s call. No. But I like to see the time whenever I wake up- the clock is too far away for my eyes to see without the lenses or glasses on.



My mobile rang. I saw the name, black letters on a yellow display. They lit up my pillow and my life. I wondered for a second as to why he was calling me so early.

"Hello"

I didn’t hear him speak.

Hello again. I couldn’t hear anything. Not true actually. I heard something.

"Are you driving? Is that the traffic I can hear?"

"It’s the rain"

We both listened to it. Across miles... across a landscapes of dryness and another of rain.

Waking up to music is so much fun. Going back to sleep with the music playing in your ears is too.

37 Comments:

Anonymous V said...

Good ! Music of a different kind.. but good nevertheless !

11:04 PM  
Blogger fr0z3n said...

sometimes, such music is more beautiful..

12:31 AM  
Blogger hope and love said...

oh..!! lovely..!!

1:04 AM  
Blogger arvindiyer said...

Profound...Music sure is a treat to the senses and the soul:)

3:11 AM  
Blogger Praveen said...

for a change, this post is small and i especially liked the last two sentences :)

4:46 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

V: The best ever. Megh Malhar you've heard?

Frozen: This is the kind of music I wouldnt mind waking up to everyday!

Hope and love: It was.

Arvind: And when in the rawest form it can get without anything to distort it-it gets just about awesome!

Praveen: You notice the smallest details! :o)

6:01 AM  
Blogger pallavi said...

that was reminiscent of times i've sat up in the middle of the night watching the orion slip past...
on the phone...

9:12 AM  
Blogger mannu said...

a repost .. ?? heck if i care!!!!! it'z still soul stirring.. ;))

9:18 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Pallavi: Another time, another person and a better memory... Trust me on that.

Mannu: Nope. This is the first time I've posted it! :p

8:07 PM  
Blogger Jithu said...

music of rain... actually there is music everywhere.. some remains noticed while other unnoticed..

btw mam, from where do u get these awesome pics u put on ur blog?

7:34 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

phew its a sleep inducing article...the pic is indeed more appealing...and oh after the rain stops at the midnight, falling asleep while listening to romantic soft tunes is a pure bliss...;)...waking up while listening to "losing my religion" is equally refreshing...btw are these ur feet ;)

L_D

8:05 AM  
Blogger Jake said...

nice

8:45 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Jithu: The pic question- as everything in my life, my answers lie at google.

L_D: You slept on reading me?! Lol- what an insult! Err.. I have better feet than that! :p

Jake: Ah. Umm... thanks.

9:47 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

fortunately i did not sleep, but ur article has the potential to do that. It would have been easy if i had read ur article at home, i wouldnt have to get lost into the ceiling for hours before the sleep slips in. Its not an insult, its an appreciation for a blissful write. yeah i thought so, coz u keep ur feet inside the quilt...unlike the one i see here that found its way out of the comfy...well!

L_D

10:36 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

L_D: Actually, I never cover my feet. They do stay out of the quilt!!!!

10:44 AM  
Blogger pallavi said...

To L_D: how on earth do YOU know that she keeps her feet inside her quilt??

1:03 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Pallavi: OMG!

9:53 PM  
Blogger aks said...

hey love....i cud send u the various moods of rain recorded on a tape... it simply doesnt seem to stop raining here...

1:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Poornima : I dun believe that :P

Pallavi: how on earth do YOU know that she keeps her feet inside her quilt??

L_D

6:32 AM  
Blogger pallavi said...

well she just said she doesn't...

8:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Allright, lemme get some life out...its a very personal thing to keep the legs in or out of quilt...i shouldnt be asking all that...:)

L_D

2:31 PM  
Blogger mannu said...

evida saghave.... lost in rain ?

11:59 PM  
Blogger mannu said...

knock knock!!

-m-

10:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

and I thot that ringing fone was mine, until....u said u picked it up (and heard the pittering-pattering rainy music on the other end)!! :o(((
but, short 'n sweet post ;o)

6:22 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

L_D: Never knew ny feet could cause so much a sensation!!!

Pallavi: The poor gu's at least 'living'! Now dont kill him off!

Aks: Yes, sweetheart. You do that. Send me some music like that- along with Shalimar the Clown! :p

Mannu: Who's there?

Anon: If its you Sharat, well my mobile... If its not... nah- its you Sharat.

10:23 PM  
Blogger manuscrypts said...

i think we've located Bigfoot :p

12:00 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Manu: Nooooo............. I DO NOT have big feet!!!!!

6:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lol! thanks for considering the brighter side of mine...u sure are optimistic...well, the legs that holds the beautiful mind, has to be sensational!

L_D

1:41 AM  
Anonymous Arvind said...

ooooooo...(o as in looooo) this seems to be a romantic weblog.

hmm...

Pip Pip,
Arvind

4:33 AM  
Blogger occamsrazor said...

pluto brandishes his staff here, as procerpine looks on with scarce concealed boredom. far away, deep within the bowels of the earth, the ritual drip-drip of the slow poison breaks the stillness of under-asgaard, and loki's screams rent the eternal night air........purgatory is now, prometheus is here. his liver miraculously regenerating under the watchful eyes of the circling vultures, who look on, and scraw....... meanwhile, the great turtle and the lone cobra who hold the cupola of the bhoomi goddess turn around slowly, as is their wont once every century. slowly, and with minimum of fuss.....
and icarus watches, silently, from the deepest confines of his heart......
death.
has happened.
to icarus.
unstuck forever

7:41 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

L_D: Wow- you make me sound way better than I can ever be!

Arvind: It sometimes is- depends when the romance is or not; in my life.

Occansrazor: That sounds very like the prometheus Deception. Sounding dumb maybe- but well... what on earth made you write that as a comment to this post of mine?!!

11:35 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

awesome....how are the calls going?

4:48 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Anon: Well, that's the second time somone who's anonymous' asked me about calls! Good- that sounds like a sufficiently decent answer!

8:36 AM  
Blogger Lazy strokes said...

Couple of parallels here, ditto about the mobile! The space between the pillow and the bed's edge is so narrow, that I keep shifting the mobile whenever I turn, to the other side, for fear of dropping it. Yeah, the clock in the mobile is my first sight everyday!

I have a post about rain too... here, if you care to. It's amazing, how less you need to speak about rain, and how fast everybody gets it..

12:16 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Lazy Strokes: That's one thing I am terribly glad about being a Mallu. The love of rain is passed on genetically!

7:20 AM  
Anonymous B said...

I love the article, so short yet tells so much.. Actually I like these little things and enjoy them like that.. Watching rain on video shot by my dear one.. Two hearts connecting..
By the way nice pic..I love the soft feet, with the toering..so cute....Post your own some time..

12:42 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

B: Lol! But yes, I do have very pretty feet is been told before! There goes humility out of the window!

7:23 PM  

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