Uneven Thoughts

  It was a usual Saturday morning. While I worked in the kitchen, I constantly looked back at my kiddo sitting at the kitchen island. My hands mechanically chopped, stirred and my ears listened  to the drone of his reading reading. I spoke in a modulated voice, corrected and explained the passage to him. I could hear the growl and roar of the lawn-mowers firing up. The machines crawled with their mechanical groan over the undulating greens. 

In a few minutes the door opened and hubby dear commanded the kids to get their things ready. Swim class and they are late. The gear shifted and the household took up a frenzied movement. Bags pulled and towels tossed, while the kids made a wild dash to the vehicle. Impatient foot on the accelerator revved the engine. The garage door closed and I peeked out of the door.

   A curtain of silence descended in my house. Through the sun-room windows I could see a trimmed lawn. I walk out and touch the fresh cut grass and sat down; inhale and close my eyes. Tilting my head, I laid down, looked at the their leveled heads. My mind asked, why can't life be like this....trimmed, proper, leveled and green. 

My heart replies with a wink,..."hey, are you sure you want that".  I will be the first person to be bored stiff. I love my grass uneven at times. I love them tickling my ankles. I love their unruly defiance. And then, I love to have them to behave, for sometime.

Me and my uneven thoughts.