For the time being, the first light seems to be the most gratifying time of my day which is ironic considering I am a confirmed owl. Though I do not find the singular spans to be the least disconcerting, currently I hail the clock striking four and the breaking of solitude with a sigh of relief.
Arbitrary conversations with mum, drifting from one topic to another brought in some even more arbitrary memories. This morning, as she bustled across the kitchen prepping up for the day's breakfast I found myself enquiring about a particular container that we possessed. There was nothing exceptional about its features; rather it was an extremely characterless, inexpensive tin made of aluminium which my grandfather must have bought in the 50s. The only piquancy that the nondescript tin possessed was that it had always been used to store coffee powder, being air-tight in nature. The tin held in it the virgin aroma of the strong, dizzying and addictive brew that these teenage nostrils had culled. Thereafter coffee was always affiliated with the tin. The beguiling uninspiring canister seduced every cup of coffee to taste loads better than any other that transpired from a lesser receptacle and maybe even better than the coffee strictly called for.
Sadly enough the tin had outdone its shelf life and had developed holes and had to give way to a budding resplendent show-off. I wish I still had it as a relic even if it no longer served its purpose but my absenteeism meant it was perceived at its face value and junked off. My enquiries however set off a train of enmeshed reminiscences and my mum started wondering about the whereabouts of a brass spoon that had always been a loyal companion to the deceased coffee tin. And I can't explain how, but without missing a beat, I mentioned of it being transferred to the tea jar. And on verifying, there it was, standing tall amidst tiny specks of tea leaves.
The slightly baffling aspect here is that neither do I drink tea (like ever) nor do I ever make a cup whereas my mum does so with a circadian precision since as long as my memory serves me. And she had just finished making herself a steaming cup not a couple of minutes back! ;)
