One of the best parts about my home – I realized the other afternoon – is the sun. We get lots of it and of a rich golden colour, the kind baked especially for chilled, winter bones. The roof is now Dada’s ‘daytime-camp’ and the kitties’ playground. Visiting hours start at 9 AMΒ and go on for as long as the sun does his daily rounds. Now, I am not a huge Vitamin D addict, but I have to admit there’s something magical about winter sunshine. And I have been telling everyone about it.

We have two cane chairs up there, acquired ages ago from those people who exchange household things for clothes. Got the chairs cheap we did, in return for an old skirt of mine and a pair of torn shoes. “So there’s really no dearth of sitting space.” I said to Mom sternly one day when she grumbled something about dust and grime. She often complains of pain in the arms and doctors suggest sun-time as the next best thing after exercise. But Mom has an aversion to all things sunny and escapes into a shawl or so every time I ask. Suggestions anyone? Dad has been promising shopping and New Year goodies if only she listens to us. But I have a feeling the whole idea is being counterproductive. πŸ˜€

To make things livelier, we even have flowers and birds to while away afternoons. Few things can compare favourably to the delight of lying on a mattress that is drowned in December sunshine, with birds chirping away cheerfully in the background. The little things like the genda ka phool the best. Those have come out huge and violent orange this season, living up to Nani’s green-fingers reputation. Nani does her refreshment-sponsor part well too, for there are always plenty of oranges and guavas in the fruit basket and groundnuts that go best with sunshine sauce.

On afternoons when I can, I spend time on the roof. I look up at the skies which are a newly laundered blue and wonder if hailstorms and snowstorms are impending. But all I am offered in response is warmth. A promise that no matter how cold a wave come over to engulf my world, the present moment is all about cheer. About farm fresh fruits and smiling flowers and homemade *chattais. And then, as if by magic, all things cold and dreary sullenly slip away on tiptoe.

* a Hindi word for cane-mattress

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    • Indeed N, the warmth of the morning sun is inimitable.
      Oh yes? I am sure the sunbathing is good for their skin. πŸ˜‰
      Glad you liked the post! I was wondering where you’ve been… πŸ™‚

  4. Since I am enjoying all this after lot of years I will not crib about this post of yours the way I would had a few weeks back πŸ˜€

    Sunshine on winter days is pure bliss πŸ™‚

  5. Nothing like the winter sunshine and a plate of sweet amroods πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ My flat in Bangalore doesn’t receive even an ounce of sunlight. The floor is stone cold and the plants just wilt away 😦 😦
    You make me crave for my home in Lucknow 😦

    • Amroods! I love them even when they turn a bit sour… and I like them best with a tinge of masala salt. πŸ˜€
      So sorry to hear about cold Bangalore flat. Make sure you enjoy the sun next time you’re home in Lucknow. πŸ™‚

  6. I miss sun-bathing at my current place ! thats one of the reason I look forward to home visits πŸ™‚

    My mom used to love gardening and i still remmeber all the varied guldaudi flowers she had in the balcony ! Loveeely time the winter sun session is πŸ™‚

    • Guldaudi flowers are lovely…blooms brighten up the winter so much that when its sunny, I sometimes forget the biting cold that the night would be. Indeed, winter sun sessions are wow. πŸ˜€

  7. Deboshree, you made me miss my city, my home even more than I already do this time of teh year! You’re so right..there is something magical about wintery-sunshine πŸ™‚

  8. Lovely descriptions:)

    I have a terrace too, at home, something very similar. With the cats sprawled around, the squirrels running up the trees, the birds chirping and us sprawled out on benches trying to beat the December chill:)

    • Ah, we miss out on the squirrels. There are some in the college playground opposite our house but they can hardly be seen, the timid creatures!
      Glad you liked the post PeeVee…your terrace sounds inviting too. πŸ™‚

  9. ahhhhhhhhhh reminded me of home.. the village home is right in middle of the fields so AMPLE place and ample sunshine and yeah not that i look behind i remember spending a lot of time on the roof ..

    beautiful description .. so when you inviting us in then πŸ™‚

    • Wow Bikram… a house in the middle of the fields sounds absolutely fabulous. πŸ™‚
      I am glad the sun-bathed post reminded you of home…invitations are open until winter lasts. πŸ™‚

  10. When I am at home in Kerala,I love standing in our balcony after the morning bath watching the sun rising.I can see the river flowing next to my house,the coconut trees dancing in the breeze and the crows flying around to wake up people.
    Today as my apartment’s balcony opens to another balcony of the adjacent block,I rarely opens it.
    But yeah..balcony..terrace..and the sunshine..there are a lot of stories bound with it πŸ™‚

    Good morning sunshine,
    be with me all day
    Just don’t let the rain pass you by
    When it’s cloudy and windy
    and the snowflakes arrive,
    you somehow just make me,
    make me feel I’m alive

    • Bhavia, your Kerala mornings sound very inviting. I have read so much about Kerala but haven’t got a chance to visit yet…waiting for the opportunity.
      The rhyme is so warm and cheerful. Thank you for sharing it…you made this evening, with its fast descending darkness, a little more pleasant. πŸ™‚

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