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Happy as happy can be.. :D
Do you ever wake up in the morning, see a dull grey sky outside and yet feel light in your heart and mind, feel almost happy, just to be alive? Do you ever look through pictures, see how fat and chubby you look, cringe at your not-so-photogenic self and yet smile, because of your goofy friends and the good times you share with them? Do you ever have an argument with your mum, the usual, and yet deep inside, feel blessed to have such a person in your life to protect you and help you brave it all? Do you ever whine and complain to your father, about things in your head, just because you do not want to keep the phone down and you want to hear his reassurances and laughs?
Well, I do.
I think the gratitude bug has bit me hard this time, because little things make me so elated now. I complain far less now (Hopefully my friends will agree..)..I feel so much love for everyone in my life, and if I could rewind time, I would not want to forward anything, would just like to live every moment of it, all over again..
I guess this is all part of growing up, or maybe not, because most grown ups are so full of pessimism and hatred and what not, maybe this is about becoming younger at heart and learning to embrace life..
Whatever it is, I am loving every minute of it :D
(The view from my room-how can I not feel happy!!)
Early childhood days. He was the one I ran to every time I needed something, some place warm, some place safe. If a bad dream shook me and woke me awake, he is the one I reach out to, his arms protecting me from the darkness of the world. Never once did he raise a finger at me. Never once did he give up on me. Frowns of worry would crinkle his face if I was a little unwell or upset. Never once did he shake me awake. Gentle whispers of my name or dewdrops from the rubber tree that grew outside our house was his way of opening my eyes. French toasts and spanish omelettes, rice cooked with an array of vegetables and spices, these were the things he loves to cook the most. Never once did he say no to what I have asked for, and asked for I have many. He toils, never complaining. Gives up on his dreams so that I can have mine.
Little quirks of his entertained me all through childhood. The way he would finish packets of food in the span of a few minutes much to the anger of my mother. The wa…
The pitter patter of raindrops falling onto the ground,
A lullaby for the sleepy.
Outside, paddy fields have transformed,
Into endless lakes of blue.
Storms rage on every night,
Flashes of light and thunder,
Sending my heart into a flutter.
April April, won't you end fast,
And put an end to my misery.