Raindrops patter against my window, as I listen to Pink Floyd. Just another ordinary day and yet on the inside I smile. And not because I have achieved anything worthy of self accolades ( No, two journals is almost measly considering how much more I need to read, and then process). Sometimes, life itself just makes us smile with glee.


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