On one of the finer days of otherwise merciless Summers, the sky was cloudy, and the air carried traces of rain happening somewhere around.
Sahara took her time to walk around. Usually, her morning walks consisted of a lot of running, but she wouldn’t have time to enjoy this weather the rest of the day, from her desk in the office.
Sahara noticed a beautiful Blue Mormon butterfly flying around in Mrs Pawar’s small garden. The blue colour was distinctly visible amongst the light dust covered green in the background. A bit of rain could certainly help add more colours.
Sahara also noticed Mrs Pawar standing near the garden with a frown. Mrs Pawar was in her late sixties, and she had carried that frown from her earlier years, but she was an excellent music teacher and the frown would only fade when music would emerge out of the throat and spread out through the lips.
“Good morning, Mrs Pawar, is everything all right?” asked Sahara
“Good morning,” Mrs Pawar briefly smiled before the frown came back once more, “my grandson, I pay him a little allowance now and then and ask him to water the plants, but look at this, the soil is so dry and cracked”
Sahara noticed the same, the boy had clearly ignored his work.
“I wish I had the energy, watching the poor plants suffering like this,” said Mrs Pawar and Sahara remembered the time and hard work Mrs Pawar would put into the garden, while humming tune and in that moment, the birds, squirrels or any other being, around seemed to be attracted to the music.
“You should pay the allowance after the work is done,” said Sahara
“Makes sense,” said Mrs Pawar thoughtfully, and there was clearly another smile there. She took her time to go through the memory of a little Sahara coming by in the evening and sitting amongst other little children to learn and practise music.
“I know you are busy, but sometimes do you try singing, as a hobby?” asked Mrs Pawar
“Yes, sometimes,” replied Sahara. She used to sing when she felt no one was hearing, once her mother accidentally overheard and she had stressed on the fact that this could have also been a good path of career.
“I will see you later, Mrs Pawar,” said Sahara smiling
“Come by when you have time,” said Mrs Pawar, and Sahara walked away while Mrs Pawar stood watching as she used to when the children headed for home after her music class.
Written by Anuran Chatterji
Early Morning Memories 
One response to “The Few Glimpses”
This is a beautifully gentle and observant piece. You’ve captured a quiet morning moment with such care—the soft weather, the butterfly, and the small, human interactions all blend into something very calming and real.
What stands out is the subtle emotional layering. Mrs. Pawar’s frown, her love for music, and Sahara’s quiet understanding create a connection that feels natural and unforced. It’s not dramatic, but it carries warmth and a sense of memory—especially in how the past and present gently overlap
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