It is Ekka holiday here. I went to bed planning to sleep in, after all it is very rare to get a mid week holiday. I woke up at 5 AM. I was too lazy to turn on the light, I hoped if I closed my eyes, then I might go back to sleep. Alas, no such luck.

I heard my neighbour up the street taking a U turn in front of my house. I think she is scared to reverse out from the garage to the left, instead, she drives all the way to the end of the road ( where my house is) and takes a U turn. Since I can’t do side parking, I felt I have no right to judge another driver. Few minutes later I heard the news paper delivery man’s car. When I was in the 5th standard, for Fancy Dress competition, I dressed up as a newspaper vendor..wore appa’s shirt and mundu, held a stack of news paper in my hand, and screamed at the top of my voice ” choodu vartha, choodu vartha, Rajantey maranam, kolapthakamo, athmahathya yo” ( Hot news, read it now). I didn’t win the first prize because I also wore Appa’s watch and according to the judge, “News paper vendors are poor and can’t afford a watch”

I always remember the judge’s remark when I hear the newspaper delivery driver stopping in front of my house. He drives a Subaru BRZ Z! Coupe. I don’t deny that the Mallu in me get pretty upset with the fact that he is driving such a beautiful car to deliver  newspaper and adding unnecessary mileage to his car and reducing its resale value..Then I can hear the UB40 singing in my head Don’t forget to smell the roses.

Why must I feel upset when he is enjoying the drive each morning in his beautiful and powerful car?

The (teenage) father of the little girl is away at the mines. I think he will be back end of this week. Then I can hear both the father and the daughter going for their morning stroll a little after 7 AM. On weekends, they drive to Brumbies bakery nearby  and when I am in the garden, I can see them sitting in the truck and eating the pastries. And I know for sure that the father will come a bit later with a vacuum cleaner  and clean the truck. His truck is his pride and joy and he keeps it very clean.

Right now as I type this, I can hear the Kookaburra’s calling out,  my neighbour ( the one who had the hip replacement surgery) must be doing some gardening. Every time she is out in the garden, the kookaburra’s start to sing because though it is against the law to feed the wild, my neighbour loves feeding the birds.

You can hear the Kookabburra’s singing @ 2.30  in the video

I started of the post this morning wanting to write something else..I shall do that tomorrow..

Don’t forget to smell the roses.