Thak! The toasts pop out. I clench the spring tongs and pull out one and place it on the plate. I proceed to pull out the other. The second slips from the tongs and falls back into the toaster, settling back in just the way I had placed the raw slice. It must like the warmth in there. After all, it’s winter.
Regular brisk-walker / jogger
“Damn. I can just run clockwise or anti-clockwise. I should just go back to the roads…”
Female brisk-walker / jogger
“Damn. I run with the crowd, they see my swaying ass. I run against them, they see my bouncing boobs. I should have worn something loose…”
Male brisk-walker / jogger
“Eww. I run with the uncles, I see bulging moobs. I run against them, I see lardy asses. Thank god for the odd female…”
I like the heat, presently stay in Chennai, and don’t mind getting tanned. (I must also be the only person in Chennai writing that line.) So, I go for a walk / jog in the morning sun, and sometimes, especially in summer, for a swim. Thanks to all this, my body is currently tri-coloured: red earth-like face (which is the most exposed to the sun, after my hands, but my hands are Anil Kapoor-hairy and so ward off the rays); brown sand-like body, which is exposed less when walking / jogging but more when swimming; and white sand-like butt, which is obviously not exposed when swimming (and no, I have never gone skinny-dipping). So, I presently look like a multi-layered ice lolly. I just hope, also as delicious.
Me on you?
You on me?
We lie side and side
And gaze at the stars?
You could do it because the scale tells you to. You could do it because the app tells you to. You could do it because your partner urges you to. You could do it because your doctor warns you to. You could do it because your buddies mock you about it. You could do it because those gym bodies mock at yours. You could do it because the two flights of stairs tell you to. Or you could just do it because your two work chairs tell you to.
Just realised the best motivation for me to keep my weight under control could well be the maximum limit mentioned at the bottom of my chair. Both of them. And if you’re wondering about the 80 kilos, hey, I have high bone density.
Today’s morning sky – pre-dawn and daybreak – was like Shade Card meets Gradient Option. All ranges of colours, in all the transparencies (though not sure it would show in my modest-smartphone pix). But one visual that remained constant, as black gave way to light, was that of Moon and Venus (I’m guessing that’s her; she was the only star shining so bright) remaining so close to one another. The range of colours was, I guess, the other celestial bodies blushing at what Moon and Venus had been up to all night. After all, ‘Why were they so close to each other?’ And ‘Why are they still so close?’ But maybe, they were just seeking company, or even warmth, on a cold winter’s night. I guess we’ll know in nine months’ time.
The pool. On a Saturday. On a Saturday morning. Few people around. Sunny sky. Begins turning grey. Clouds gather. Clouds begin cracking. Then, crackling. Drops pelt the surface of the pool. You pause. Not because it’s raining. But because it’s raining silver. And then diamonds. The drops turn into little solitaires on impact with the pool water. Solemnizing the union of the water above with that below.