Morning, they say, sets the tone for the entire day.
For some, it begins with scrolling through their phones.
For others, it’s the battle of snooze buttons.

But for me — Nikhil — a French teacher, blogger, and slightly dramatic lover of nostalgia. I find that morning is not just a routine.
It is a quiet conversation between my soul, my faith, and my purpose.

(My first glass of tea)

I Don’t Wake Up… I Am Gently Summoned

I don’t wake up to a harsh alarm screaming in my ears.
No. My mornings are far more poetic (at least in my head 😄).

It’s the soft sunlight slipping through the curtains…
the distant echo of temple bells…
and sometimes, an inner voice that feels suspiciously like Hanuman Ji saying:

“Wake up, my friend… today is another chance.”

And I, half asleep, respond internally:
“Just five more minutes… even the world can wait.”

(My Hanuman ji )

My First Conversation Is Not With Humans

Before I check my phone…
before I even think about my classes…
I walk straight to my small temple.

There they are — always calm, always smiling:
Hanuman Ji and Sai Baba.

I light a diya. Fold my hands. And whisper:

“Make today a little kinder…
and if not, make me stronger.”

Then comes the Hanuman Chalisa —
sometimes with full devotion,
sometimes with half-sleepy pronunciation,
and sometimes interrupted by a sudden panic:

“Wait… what time is my first class?!”

But those 10–15 minutes…
They anchor me.
They remind me that no matter how chaotic life gets,
There is always a centre of stillness within.

Tea Meets ‘Bonjour’

Now comes my favourite ritual —
Tea + French = Morning Therapy

As the tea brews, I start warming up my brain:

“Bonjour… Comment ça va?”
(And then I reply to myself)
“Ça va bien… but sleep is still pending “. 😄

Once, my child Pari caught me doing this and asked:
“Why do you talk to yourself in French?”

I smiled and said:
“This is not self-talk… this is premium international thinking!”

Then I sit at my desk —
armed with notebooks, lesson plans, and a slightly nervous heart.

Because every day comes with a question:
“Will my students understand today?”

I remember once a student asked me:
“Sir, why is the verb être so confusing?”

I paused… smiled… and said:

“Because life is confusing… and French wants you to be prepared 😄”

Teaching, I’ve realised, is not just about grammar or vocabulary.
It’s about connecting, simplifying, and sometimes… surviving.

A Quiet Emotional Truth ❤️

That first hour of my day…It
is not just a routine.

It’s a reset button.

A space where I ask myself —
Am I doing enough?
Am I making a difference?

And somewhere deep inside, a soft voice replies:

“You are trying… and that matters.”

And Then… Life Begins

Now I’m ready.
Ready to teach.
Ready to write.
Ready to face the unpredictable script of the day.

As I step forward, I tell myself:

“Something new will happen today…
and if it doesn’t — I’ll create it.”

In the End…

My mornings are not perfect.
Sometimes I oversleep.
Sometimes I rush.
Sometimes I forget a line of prayer or a teaching point.

But one thing remains constant —
Hope.

And perhaps that is the real magic of mornings.

So if you ever wish to transform your life,
Don’t start with big goals.

Start with your first hour.
Start with stillness.
Start with faith.

The rest…
Hanuman Ji and Sai Baba will take care of

🙏..