International Yoga Day

5 more minutes are my elder daughter’s words every morning when I wake her up. At 4:30 am, as the alarm rings, I parrot her words for a change this morning.

From nowhere comes a declaration Amma, plait my hair. I ought to be there at 5:30.

Surprised, I woke up to the sight of her striking white top with undone hair. It looked as if we had exchanged roles.

twilight

on a fast bike ride

with my daughter

       the sunrise

extra bright today

Thanks to her NCC classes. We drove through the flutters of busy bees on the street. In no time, we buzzed into the school gate.