Perfect Saturday..

It was a perfect Saturday..

Warm but not too bright rays of sunshine woke me up..after spending a few more minutes under my blanket and with Bessy(my stuffed cow pillow), I dragged myself out of bed..All the calls of nature being attended too.. Time for my morning cup of Java..My personal picker upper..I inhale the lovely aroma of coffee and there u have it, my first smile of the day ..A sip and finally my brain and mouth coordinates to form sensible sentences..Ahh..coffee..what would I do without u..I thank the gods for this lovely brew and look around to see what is next on my list of things to do..

Lets see..yes..I have a date with my cooker..I planned on making biryani..not any biryani..but Thalapakattu Biryani..I was going to experiment with a friend’s recipe from her food blog..I talk myself into the cooking mood and start with the onions..As for breakfast waking up close to brunch time, i planned on making lunch the most important meal of the day..After a lot of chopping , grinding, mashing, marinating, adding , stiring and tasting I let cooker do her work…After a few minutes of chit chat with family and friends, cooker’s whistles call out that she is done..My work with cooker being done, I’m in great need of a nice long relaxing shower..

Now comes the best part..oh no..am not talking about the shower..but the events after the shower..

It was Green apple time..Green apple is my bicycle..True to her name she looks delicious enough to eat…It was a Valentine’s gift..The best one ever..Flowers and chocolate are good too..But Green apple aced them all ..Her frame is green and white..slender and curvy..and I was hoping she would  improve my curves too..She has 7 gears and can out run most of the vehicles on the road ..She is a beauty alrite!! And I am her proud owner..I fitted a basket in pretty white and floral on her handle bar..she is definitely a looker I tell u..

All geared up with my music and gloves and our hellos being said to each other I start riding Green Apple(Aappu as I call her).The day is beautiful..the sun’s heat is gentle and there is a chill in the air..Just the way I like it..Nutting like a little nippy wind to wake your senses..I start slow..Warming up..Getting acquainted with aappu is a ritual..It is a delicate process, no rushing it..Once the ritual is complete, I change the gear..and at once feel the power flowing through aappu .. The connection is electric.. My legs respond at once..I pedal as fast as I can..Addicted to the power and wanting more, I turn up the gear one more notch..we go zooming cutting through the wind like a hot knife on butter…the feeling is exhilarating..

After a while of zooming down hill, it is time to ride uphill..Aappu is ready to go if only I juice her up ..But it is not easy and so, I draw motivation from a different source…Can anything be more motivating than the idea of a  reunion with classmates..My imagination running wild as usual.. what if I see an old friend and we get into a conversation as such.. ‘hi G….she says…Hello Ramya, I chirp..glad .u recognize me after all these years..No biggie , says Ramya..‘It was easy with your ample girth..it hasn’t changed a bit‘ ..oh the terror!!2 more months and I will be meeting people like Ramya..As if I wasn’t motivated enough, this thought adds a zing to my already motivated self .. Not wanting to be recognized by my ample girth ,I pedal up the hill like a demon..Huffing and puffing all the way..I have a new respect for the big bad wolf in the three little pigs story ..Poor guy must have huffed and puffed his life off and all for what, ending up in a pot of hot water..That thought gives me the jitters…I pedal harder..Before i know it, aappu has done it again..she has hauled my behind up the hill..Hurray!!! Go aappu..we congratulate each other and zoom down another hill..giving my poor heart that is ready to jump out and run, a well deserved break..My leg muscles are screaming bloody murder..the down hill gives them a break too..sometime I wonder , with all this pedaling, what if only my legs sheds the pounds and tones up looking like chicken legs..What a horrible thought..with fear in my heart I remind myself  to check brother google for answers..By this time, the chill nippy wind seems a little hot..That is my sign..I’ve done enough for the day and I need to go home..Aappu and myself take a leisurely stroll down our street and finally I see home..Parking Green apple and giving her a few pats on the seat, I go and collapse on the sofa....i am still red as a beet, huffing and puffing..hydrating myself and once my legs stops feeling like jello I get up to look at the next item on my list of ‘to dos’ ..

I am in for a shock..The list is empty..no more to do??did I forget to complete my list? I decide not to question it too much , but the voice of responsibility at the back of my head is strong..I cannot ignore it..What about the restrooms it asks..hmm..I meditate on that question for a while..Taking my long relaxing shower that morning, I could still see most of the white tiles on the floor and walls..that meaning the restroom cleaning can wait for one more day..Convincing my voice of reason and muttering ’ joy killer ‘ behind its back  off I go and curl up on the sofa with my book..John Grisham is spinning a pretty good story about a run away lawyer..Ahh the fantasy life in  books..I get lost in it for sometime..

A rumbling in my tummy pulls me out of the fantasy..Oh..I realize I’m hungry..Time for the Thalapakkatu biryani..Folk at home are all praises..Yes!! The date with my cooker was a success ..

After a good lunch..I am off to the sofa and John Grisham again.. life is blissful ..Can being a couch potato for the better part of the day make u tired? I guess..I was tired..maybe it was Aappu’s doing..but..it was all good..it was a lazy relaxed kinda tiredness…True to the word couch potato..i stay in the same position until the sun bids  its good bye..

The night is cold and beautiful..littered with stars all over..I have a craving for soup..after the heavy lunch all my tummy could handle was soup for dinner.. Reading my mind the love of my life orders soup .. With the fire gently blazing in its hearth, an already perfect day was made even better when, like bunnies we cuddled on the couch and sipped hot soup exchanging stories..

No cleaning up that night..I ignored the dishes in the kitchen sink for once and stayed with John Grisham for some more time..When my eyes could no longer stay open, I dragged myself to bed..Under the covers and hugging Bessy, whispering a prayer of thanks for the prefect Saturday I fell asleep in his cozy arms with a smile on my lips..