July 29, 2018
"What makes you smile? What makes you happy?"
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What makes me happy, what makes me smile;
If I start to list them all, it would be a good long mile.
But this is not going to be a poem, I would use prose to set it out and only list out the first five.
❣The top of the list would be books, and books and more books, they fill my life and my house; and the closets, and the living room and drawers. They give me the great pleasure and the sight of those lovely books is a sight to behold. At times, just thinking about the books I have and the ones I plan to buy is enough to get me smiling.
❣The next would be coffee, as I often say, there are days when I just wake up to smell the coffee. However, it is just not coffee that, it is the company I have; conversations with my mother over a cup of hot coffee, filter coffee for her and one with instant for me. Or those with friends as we gossip over every possible event, or the ones I adore, with my books and a soft rain outside.
❣Petrichor, the aroma of earth after the first rains, it is like the Earth Goddess is fragrant after being drenched in the loving showers of the God of Rain, if only the same could be bottled.
❣Friends, both real and virtual, my lifeline and at times, they are the reason for me not to give up. Talking to them, reading messages and then reminiscing about those times, never fails to make me smile, even when I am feeling the darkest blues.
❣And finally, the latest and the greatest of them all, my two year old nephew. The thought of him, his twinkling eyes, sparkling time, the way he clings to me when I am at home (I have the dubious distinction of being his favourite aunt and his all time playmate), his endearing pout when he wants to arm twist me into giving what he wants (my mobile phone), I do not know where to end this, but everything about him can make me smile. He fills my hours with joy when he around and thoughts of him allow him to face anything during office hours. I do not mind that I rarely get time to read books (he wants to read them too and I am not yet magnanimous to share them with him); coffee is rush time (hot coffee and curious kids are a bad combination); writing stories is tough, (I do not find much time to sleep), but he is worth it all. He is my personal stress buster, my laughter pill and my cuddle monster. He will soon grow up and no longer need me, but I would have memories to last my life.
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