right action

right action is about acting directly, straight as an arrow, without subterfuge of any kind diverting the path of the missile...

this very complicated sentence drifted through my mind when i was playing with my nine-month-old grandson kunhikuttan this morning.

i usually take charge of him straight out of the bed around 6 a.m., just about the time the sun rises over the mukkundimalai hill to the east of where we live.

the crows would be out cawing, the cockerels calling cock a doodle doo and the koyels singing far and near, as the rays of the sun slanting across the lane going past our gates light up the mist making everything sparkle...

he has this way of bouncing as one holds him in one's arm. he would jump up, jump up, sort of impelling one in the direction he wants to move. when one starts walking in that direction, he would stop bouncing and relax. when one takes him across the spotlight the sun's rays throw across the vanishing mist, he would blink and start smiling, with a remembering sort of expression on his face, eyes shut.

then this sentence, which has no meaning as such, drifted through my mind like a white cloud over the morning skies:

right action is about acting directly, straight as an arrow, without subterfuge of any kind diverting the path of the missile...

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