After weeks or maybe months of packed schedule, hard work and doing one thing after another, here was one Saturday morning that I had the luxury of spending time with myself only. In today’s world we all dearly miss something and that is spending time with ourselves. We forget that we have a mind of our own that needs rest, which demands peace and it wants to be alone for some time at least.
As I woke up, I found the morning to be pleasant as well as a little bit cold. It was the kind of wintry morning with warm sunshine. That one would feel the chill when in shade and you would want to keep yourself in the sunshine. And definitely not sit indoors. I checked my routine, which I don’t write down in anything, I just go over my mind, then I checked my mobile phone WhatsApp for any important messages, which sadly aren’t many these days. So I rolled out of my bed, brushed my teeth and freshened up and thought of going out for a jog. Health is a kind of thing that we try to take care but we miss out.
But the air was like hold on, hold on, relax…. Even if you don’t have work, you don’t need to work out and stress yourself out… So I decided against going out for jogging. Instead I sat on the rooftop, facing the morning sun with its slanted rays upon my face. Then only I did realize I was enjoying the blessing of the almighty. Here I must pause to ask a question, how many of us in a while have sat and just enjoyed the warm sunshine falling on one’s face. This is one of the most beautiful things that there is on this planet. As I sat there enjoying myself, I felt myself dissolving and the other so called important issues becoming almost non-existent.
After spending some time, I climbed down and went towards the market for some early morning breakfast. I didn’t feel like preparing breakfast today so thought of checking out the local market as to what all was available. I have been to this place a thousand times, but today my mind was noticing things that it had not noticed before.
Let me describe the place in brief. The market is at a traffic junction with shops an all four sides of the road. During morning times shopkeepers of different shops lay small snack counters on the footpath selling various items. As I moved on, going from one food counter to another, checking on the items and deciding what to eat and what not. All these food counters are temporary and by 11 o’clock, each one of them packs up and cleans the place and carries the dustbins allocated to each one of them and gets over with the days business.
Most of the shops sell medu-vada, vada-pao, bun-butter, poha, upma, masala dosa, plain dosa, dal-vada, kachori, samosa and finally tea. One can have samosa and kachori like items with tomato sauce and green chilli sauce and if you go for the other items, one will be served with ample amount of sambar and coconut chautney. All these items are in the range of Rs10 to Rs30. I decided to settle with medu-vada sambar mix for Rs20 only. After I finished my breakfast, I decided to take tea from the tea vendor, whose one glass is for Rs10. I took tea and found a place on the side of the shops, outside on the front pavements of the shops.
As I quietly sat there, drinking my cup of tea, I came to notice a lot of things, which for some reason or the other I have missed before. I noticed the behavior of people, what all things they were doing, what all things they were doing to earn their livelihood.
The food joint workers were frying the items in hot pan, carefully frying and unloading the food items into baskets to drain out the oil of the deeply fried food items like medu-vada and vada pao. Some of them were busy trying to get the round shape of the dosa. While those sitting at the cash counters were busy trying to collect money and giving food coupons to the people who queued up to have a bite.
Then there were other shops and shop-keepers doing other business. For one reason or another, the local newspaper uncle did not get to sit on his place from where he sells newspaper; instead he had to make a make-shift arrangement in front of the local wine, which remains closed till 11 am in the morning. From there he was running his business. Other traders also caught my attention and the way the people were having their breakfasts. There was a group of five-six boys, most of them daily wage earners, who had bought tea from the nearby tea-stall. They had also bought some packets of Parle-G biscuits and were dipping them in their cup of tea and making the most of their breakfast time. This reminded me of the time when I used to be at my home and enjoy my days milk with the same biscuits.
At the crossing, the main junction there is some hardware and plywood shops. Most of them open their shops at 9 am. One by one they opened their shops and after opening the shop shutters, the first thing that all of them did was o touch the foot of the door with their right hand and then touch their hand to their forehead. Only after that did they enter the premises of their shops. Some shopkeepers were also busy sweeping the waste away from the front of their shops. Then there is the sweet shop, whose employers were busy unloading sweets, snacks and other items from an auto and keeping them in the shop. It was all happening in front of my eyes and this same process repeats every day. But somehow we miss all this as we are too busy to pay any attention to detail. We are in some kind of race as we have to go to the bus stop, catch the bus, check our mobiles, reply to the overnight office emails and many other things are on our mind.
I felt good looking and noticing all these things and was really feeling happy to unclutter my mind after ages. As I sat there, enjoying the things that the people were doing I felt relaxed.