📢 Hey there, fellow meanderers! 📢 Are you ready for the craziest, most whimsical season of Morning Meanderings yet? Brace yourselves because Santosh Bakaya is BACK, and she’s taken her meandering to a whole new level! 🤪
MM’s new SEASON 3 begins today, July 27th, with The Slip Between the Cup and the Can and will continue with weekly episodes that will brighten up your mornings and make your Thursdays extra special! ☀️📆 🎉 So mark your calendars, set your alarms, and gather your favorite morning brew because Morning Meanderings Season 3 is coming at you like a caffeinated whirlwind! ☕️🌪️
The place where we shifted some years back was almost in the midst of the wilderness. What a delight it was to see the sudden appearance of deer and Neel gai right before you. Their entire families moved around with reckless abandon, and there was a profusion of wildflowers dancing to their own rhythm, standing proud amidst thickly fragrant all-enveloping air.
Then slowly, concretization picked up speed, and such sights became rare, and then almost disappeared.
Now, wherever one looks, there is a vast concrete expanse, here and there interspersed with scattered patches of green touched with grey.
So, it is a delight when one comes across a rare wild hare hopping ahead of you, its nose to the ground. I had resumed my morning walks after a pretty long time and was looking around with new eyes.
Just a little ahead of me, a young, pleasant boy, our neighbour, with whom I have exchanged pleasantries many times, was walking his dog. [Or maybe it was the other way round?] The boy was slothful, sleep kinks refusing to leave his eyes, while the pup was a picture of frolicsome agility.
Seeing a rare species in the vicinity, the tiny pup, to the utter horror of the boy, broke free of the leash and bounded toward the hare, which had piqued the pup’s curiosity. The hare scampered toward the nearby shrubbery. The pup followed the hare, diving into the shrubs. The highly harassed boy followed its truant pup, crawling hesitantly into the bushes. My eyes followed the boy.
Soon the boy emerged from the shrubbery, dusting himself and cautiously removing the thorns and brambles that clung to him. By his side was the pup, now securely leashed up, who, I noticed, had a grumpy look on his face. Needless to say, he was desperately pulling at the leash, his eyes almost popping out, looking around for opportunities for mischief.
My eyes fell on three men outside a hair-cutting saloon on the opposite side of the narrow road. They were sitting on three rickety chairs, sipping tea from the smallest cups I had ever laid my eyes on. I wondered how they were so adeptly balancing themselves on the wobbly chairs and the shaky tea in the smallest of cups.
One… two… three… How many sips did the cups hold? Before I could say four, the terrific tea slurpers had finished the 3-sip tea and were now heading toward the shrubbery in almost choreographic unison.
One step. Two steps. One step. They danced towards the shrubbery. The pup watched amused, as they threw the tiny paper cups into the shrubbery. I looked around. There was a hopelessly dented and rusted, lidless can serving as a garbage can a couple of meters away from where they had been sitting. But when you have green shrubs to decorate with your litter, why would you choose an unwelcoming trash can.
The pup again yanked himself free, raced towards the shrubbery, and came back holding one cup between his teeth possessively. Then with an innocent but highly endearing air, he put the cup near the boy’s feet. Perhaps bribing him for holding the imminent punitive action at bay?
But no, there was more. Before the boy could react, the pup had picked up the cup again, bounded across the road and up to the garbage can. He placed the cup on the ground near the can and looked back at his audience proudly.
The boy looked at the threesome. The threesome looked sheepish, with a classic caught-red-handed expressions on their faces. One of them went up to the shrubs and picked up the two cups perched like out-of-place decorations on the bushes. He went up to the can and threw all the three cups in their rightful place. The beaming pup quickly licked his foot.
The foursome laughed wholeheartedly. Honestly, no adjective can describe the awesomeness of the scene unfolding before my eyes. Let’s hope the homo-sapiens got some civic sense from their mammal friend.
Books We Recommend
We are editorially independent, not funded, supported or influenced by investors or agencies. We try to keep our content easily readable in an undisturbed interface, not swamped by advertisements and pop-ups. Our mission is to provide a platform you can call your own creative outlet and everyone from renowned authors and critics to budding bloggers, artists, teen writers and kids love to build their own space here and share with the world.
When readers like you contribute, big or small, it goes directly into funding our initiative. Your support helps us to keep striving towards making our content better. And yes, we need to build on this year after year. Support LnC-Silhouette with a little amount - and it only takes a minute. Thank you
Got a poem, story, musing or painting you would like to share with the world? Send your creative writings and expressions to email@example.com
Learning and Creativity publishes articles, stories, poems, reviews, and other literary works, artworks, photographs and other publishable material contributed by writers, artists and photographers as a friendly gesture. The opinions shared by the writers, artists and photographers are their personal opinion and does not reflect the opinion of Learning and Creativity- emagazine. Images used in the posts (not including those from Learning and Creativity's own photo archives) have been procured from the contributors themselves, public forums, social networking sites, publicity releases, free photo sites such as Pixabay, Pexels, Morguefile, etc and Wikimedia Creative Commons. Please inform us if any of the images used here are copyrighted, we will pull those images down.