In this personal essay, Thriveni C Mysore gives us a glimpse of her life spent close to nature.
I never knew that a day had so many long hours to be spent (at one’s leisure) until I was jobless. I have started to enjoy my seven-Sunday’s week so much that I now secretly fear to pick-up a job and have completely stopped job-hunting.
I start my quick-day cleaning the terrace, filling fresh water to three colorful tumblers, filling a tray with a spoonful each of foxtail millet, finger millet, barnyard millet, little millet and green gram. Then, I hide myself behind a half opened door to see through the slit between the door frame and jamb.