Morning namaskara

I hate alarms. They tear into the most delicious moments of sleep…those delicate moments between deep slumber and clear consciousness. But the doctor has said if I want to extend my quota of mornings I better get up for my daily dose of exercise. For the love of life, I reluctantly push away the warm comforter, slide out of the cozy, still-tugging-at-me bed and trudge into the cold bathroom. After I pull on my yoga outfit, I drag myself for my early morning namaskkara…no, not surya namaskara, but the digital version…laptop namaskkara.

I had last checked it only before going to bed. What if something earth shattering has happened during the last seven hours? What if some long lost uncle has bequeathed his humongous fortune to me? Or worse still, what if somebody has been generous enough to leave a comment or two on my blog? I hurriedly flash a smile at my hubby who’s already getting refreshed at his laptop and sit down to tap and click. 15 minutes later, we both get up, refreshed and ready for the spiritual namaskara. This early morning dip into our digital life, the first of a series of energizing dips throughout the day (till we reluctantly switch off to sleep at night) seems to have come to stay in our ever connected lives.