Golden image

The morning sky was cloudy with occasional drizzle. It can be endured, less cold, not harmful. Over the table lays a journal and beside it a hot cup of coffee, not bad.

Mayuri walking inside her home. It is necessary.

She now goes to the table sip tea. Her eyes have different images, the images of past, present and future. She now sits comfortably and put her running thoughts over the taste of tea. She looks at the tea cup. She remembered, she had brought it from Panchgani, Moharashtra, when she was there for an official training.Ah! what were those days. She was independent of all her burdens to learn and move like a school girl.She finished her tea, wrote to-do-list in her daily journal and prepared breakfast in the kitchen. Still clouds were there to make her feel-bad.

-"Okay, clouds, stop there and recite your best gloomy poetry. I am not going to encourage you by my clapping. I am also not interested to make you go away like 'rain, rain go away, come again another day.'I am not going to do anything to you. I am enjoying my work."

She listened her favorite chirps. She came out of the kitchen. Her favorite tiny brown birds were over the tin roof tapping. Golden sunshine was reflecting over their wings. A dragonfly was flying there with golden beauty.

OMG, golden image! she shouted.

Monaranjan, her husband awake, came with his blurry eyes and shouted back -" Are you a mad?"

Mayuri was now silent. Monaranjan again went back to the bedroom and dived into his own dream.


©  Sarojini Pattayat