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.