My abrupt mornings

Sleeping at 2 am has become a ritual now. I put down my headphones, turn off the laptop putting an end to the shameless rerun of a friends season. While the lappy shuts down, I get rid of any thing that suggests that I was up late till the early morning. Stealthily I fetch some water, on my toes trying not to knock anything over… and back to my bed with a book in my hand. I read till it stops making any sense to me.. and thats when I know it really is the time to put most of my bodily functions on hold.

As detailed and ritualistic as my sleeping protocol may be, my mornings are always abrupt. Like a poorly ended sentence, a badly finished rap song, a door bell rung while you are on the toilet seat.
Mornings hate me. The bright sun mercilessly enters the room which had known nothing but the dark since a good 8 hours. What once roared with your snores, smelled with nothing but your farts now becomes the playground for the cleaning lady. She would make sure that she turns the fan off when you most need it, turn the lights on when you could actually hit someone for doing so.
As swarm passes by your room, restoring the place for the day,
you dont scream and sit upright as if a dead corpse which came back to life; I do.
Back to life, as I … scratch my head and derriere , sometimes at the same time, look for those slippers, pick up the pillows.. (How did they get there..), fix the sheets as they lie curled up as a ball somewhere on the edge, eyes still telling the tale of the movie that was.

By the time I wake up, mostly everybody has attended to their business.. so I get generous time to read my morning paper on the toilet seat, a generous supply of hot water, loads of crappy imitation of coldplay’s best.. almost to a point when people have to bang the door to shut me up. Nothing makes a morning better than wet wet slippers making the chipmunk noises.
Few hours of letting everyone know that I did wake up and I did take a bath… I give in to the might of the bloodshot eyes and sleep..
Letting this chirpy morning, with cacophony of infinite sabzi walahs put just a tiny teeny coma amidst my dream sequences…. back in those gardens…and gazillion background dancers…
hai huk hai huk hai hai ..

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