Groping in the dark for the light switch as the alarm went off, I squinted to see bright red letters staring back at me from the clock that said 6:00. Not quite believing it was already morning, I looked outside for reassurance. It was pitch dark. Realizing it is fall and I had no hope of waking after the Sun’s rays filtered through our window, I pushed back the covers and looked enviously at K who was still curled up.
Walking down to the kitchen after the icy cold water hit my face and woke up me up right to my bones, I realized that all those things that were creeping up on me suddenly hit full force. Another six months of reduced sunlight, numbing cold and dressing in layers was here. Lighting the lamp and powering on the CD player to hear the strains of Lalitha Sahasranamam fill the room, I turned my attention to making food for the day. As I bustled around my stove, I realized there was a time when I would be annoyed that my mom would switch on this very same CD. I hated the long drawn out method of saying what was in essence a namavali or chanting of names of the Goddess. I preferred the crisper Vishnu Sahasranamam sung by MS.
Not sure when my tastes changed but I now mouth the words along with the CD sometimes even daring to add a little tune to what I say. I relish the one hour of soothing melody before I am out of the home. It calms my nerves and reduces much of the morning madness I suffer from.
And so life goes on.