A morning to remember

That day unlike any other day had its evident  strangeness from the time I opened my eyes. The sun was reluctant to come out and wish early beings their good morning. The radio jockey had reached his station late than usual which led to prolonged bhakti songs. As expected Indian railways ran all their morning trains more late than their previous best. Newspaper had not arrived as for the  thunderous showers that Bangalore city received the entire night. The rain itself was unwelcome and erratic presenting itself on a freezer chilled winter night. Our house maid was surprisingly early as some other patrons were out of town. And above all my son was awake before me. I should have read the signs but as a stock market analyst, I was only trained to read the pattern post-facto. 

My own financial consulting company had just started to take baby steps along with my one year old son. I was the proud dad watching them move their tiny feet together with grit. The indexes had not shown a red arrow for Months and Nifty was turning out to be a gift. The bulls were marching ahead from March and had not realized the December rain approaching. India had started to move to the developing country ranks from the under developed and the western world had started to look towards East in hope. All over the market there were buy calls and the rally continued. 

This morning I was as always ever determined to impose normalcy over my thoughts and hopes to overcome the self doubts that all men goes through. My solo morning ride to the lake park on my old Royal Enfield was thumping as always from the modified Indore silencer. My routine of four laps had been extended to five and then six as my heart was pounding hearing the erosion of money from US markets overnight while my part of the world was asleep. I couldn't believe my ears, couldn't trust my eyes and wanted to pinch myself to test if dreaming. 

While the world was hit with sub-prime, I was rejoicing the decision of not investing for Months and deciding to wait like a school boy for his first love proposal. The time was finally right for me when governments worked together to bail out banks and large corporates to preserve the national pride. I wondered the hogging of scrips during the bloodbath in stock markets across the world really warranted me accept myself as a blood thirsty vampire or was patience finally paying off. 

The sudden success and unprecedented growth once again reminded me to pinch myself for the dream test which I conveniently ignored. If not for my wife's sudden roar at my son, I would have overslept and still waited for that pinch forever. Now I wish I should have continued the hypnopompia and allowed myself to live in it as expected from a Sunday morning under my cozy soft Garnet Hill Dream quilt. 

Lets call it my Sherlockian observation skills or God's grace the day has just begun the way it all started. That day unlike any other day had its evident  strangeness from the time I opened my eyes. My mind was already smelling deja-vu but heart was trusting the blessing that unspoken hypnopompia brings as per the legends of my country. 

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