! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! At Crack Of Dawn...! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Through chinks in roman blinds, I wake and see Its dawn, stretch out my hand for the remote; Switch off air conditioner, jarring sound Drowned the musical notes of flitting birds, And the song of first pre monsoon showers All summer, I had waited and longed to hear. Languorously inhaled the soft fragrance Of the now wet earth, that stirred up per chance A longing for you; just then mobile rings, I laughed out loud and said, great timing! Perplexed, you asked, tell me, what I did now. Oh, you just caught me red handed, somehow… After a shower, hair wrapped in a towel, Stepped into the kitchen, to make waffles. Your parting shot, woman- a mystery Tickled, I quite relished my coquetry.