Two more pics that I liked. In the first one you can get a really good idea about how pretty that pink was and how soft that blue. Pink clouds on a blue sky!! The second is a prospect from my window, over the head of the calm, meditating Buddha, over the sparse tree tops, to a wishy washy mush of colours of the early morning sky.
And here, I shall devise something out of all these endless sunrise pictures. A tag! Yup. A sunrise tag. I am so enamoured by sunrises that I want to see what a sunrise is like in different parts of the world. So, if you will, please take up this tag and click a picture from your window, balcony, terrace, front door...of a typical sunrise in your morning. If I let this go off as a general tag, it just may not get done...and so, I shall get specific. I tag...2B's Mommy (dying for a Kiwi sunrise!), Rohini (how goes it in dear dear Mumbai!), Gauri (you're one of the first ones to see it everyday!) and STS (I've forgotten what its like in the Persian Gulf!). Please ladies...DO do this for me and tag 3 more people in turn and we'll see the sights through many a lens!
Moving on....a little snippet of conversation with Winkie one evening...
Scene : The living room is strewn with all his toys. Cars, mini train engines, and Thambi's rattles are littered all over. I enlist Winkie to help with the clean up.
C'mon Winkie....you need to clean up the toys. Come, I'll give you a hand.
You'll give me a hand Amma?
And so we pick up things, one after the other, and put them away until order is restored. I thank him and go into the kitchen. He follows me there and asks me...
Amma, give me my gift hand.
I have started loading the dishwasher and hear him distractedly. What, I ask him and he repeats the same thing.
By now, I am paying attention, but I don't get what he means and I offer him my hand, thinking that might be it. He too takes my hand in his and we shake nicely. And then, it registers that this is not what he meant and he shakes his head vehemently.
No no...not that hand Amma. Give me my gift hand.
And then, suddenly, the tubelight flashes on. I remember what I had said earlier to him about giving him a hand in cleaning up. That was his first time ever, hearing that phrase. Obviously, he did not know what it meant.
Giving him a hand = giving him a gift = Gift hand!I let out a huge guffaw, much to the puzzlement of Winkie. R came in to see what all the humour was about. He was enlightened about the joke...but the most to learn something new that day was Winkie-man. I'm hoping this means he'll be giving me a lot more gift hands in the future, as a young man should for his seeking mother.
Happy weekend, all!