Another lingering memory of childhood is the morning newspaper and magazine delivery. Sitting at the front steps with a glass of milk on the side waiting for the paper. Fighting for the sections and sharing tit-bits.

I still enjoy the morning ritual of reading the newspaper with my cup of tea (yeah that’s the grownup me). Though I complain bitterly about the quality of the newspapers these days, it is a ritual that sticks. These days I watch kuttyma pour over the cartoons and weather reports. The ball keeps rolling.

We also used to get a few magazines and fight over them. Happiness was always black and white for me. A haiku to celebrate the memory

Morning rush, chaos

Paper to cherish it with

Sip of scalding milk

 

A bud unfurling

The world blooms page by page

All in black and white

 

Words to discover

Places to wander, discover

Fuel to dreams of night

 

Movies, cartoons, sports

Editorials that kindle

Crosswords, a look back

 

Children supplement

Making Saturdays special

Puzzles to fathom

 

Monthly subscriptions

Gokulum, Champak, Wisdom,

Readers Digest, others

 

Fighting for a turn

With brother and the whole clan

The scent of fresh print

 

Contests, prizes and hopes

The world printed and served

Will I win this time?