Monday, January 14, 2013
The Distractive Window
Between 07.15- 07.30 am, as my tea boils, a son walks arm in arm with his aged father, helping him breathe the fresh morning air. The father, too old to take the morning stroll by himself, leans on his son, who carefully walks at his father’s pace. Their walk is brief. As I take my finishing tea sips, they both retire home.
The clock ticks 8.00, time for chirpy school goers to make their way. They talk of school, teachers, movies, City traffic, malls and fellow friends. Their opinions and my overheard understanding, is interrupted by the pressure cooker that whistles at set intervals.
After seniors come the juniors. Each tiny tot comes with a Mom’s who brings along a verbal “instruction manual”. From closing the water bottle cap, to safety of handkerchiefs, instructions unfold as they walk. Intended recipients receive it or not,
I receive it well.
It’s about time that I wind up from Kitchen, but not without hearing some enlightening conversation between a Maid and the Building Watchman. The maid’s concern for issues like water saving and community cleanliness can win her Social Impact Awards. Between assertiveness in her speech and silence from the Watchman, I sign off from the Distractive Window.