Dewdrops

Sometimes it’s the really simple things you feel like doing .The ones which bring a smile to your face.

•    Like lazing around on your bed, listening to Billie Jean.

•    Getting totally engrossed in a novel forgetting the world around you.

•    Having a long conversation with someone you enjoy talking to, with whom you share a warm, comfortable rapport. It’s something as comfortable as curling up on your favourite bed.

•    Letting your head meander, following vague streams of thought and soliloquising; a memory that brings a smile to your face. 

•    Writing something just because you feel like doing it.

•    Having a sumptuous dinner at home, relishing every morsel.

•    Sleep for at least eight hours at night. No staying up just for the sake of it.      

•    Getting up with a smile on your face ready to face Amrita.

•    To be able to say, as Calvin puts it, "Here I am, happy and content ".

Mails

The mail I sent:

"I can see that your attitude has been forged in the fires of messed-upness and made all the stronger for it.

Strength.Yet not devoid of feeling. Everything is intense. But so is your will to bear it, take it, give back; to spread the cheer and keep the gloom to yourself.

You gave sound advice at a time when you were busy in your own head too.

Refusal to be cowed down.To confirm.To be what others expect you to be unless(add a few exceptions here).....

Courage .To trust. To take the road less travelled.To go by impulse.To love your weirdness.

For having such a profound person for a dad.(I dont know much else about him so feel free to screw me for this).

And you are the only person whom I send mails to."

What I got back:

"Haha. For being the first mail I read this morning after general jadedness, it made my day :D

Thank you. you're awesome. 

And I feel all speshal just like a super crazy arty mentally retarded child :D 

And you're one of the hand countable few, *one hand that too* that actually get me. 

Maybe you should take classes for my boyfriend. "

statement of purpose

Me:  There are people who conform. Some without knowing why, some with a twinge of bitterness.There are those who dont. Most of them are in your face rebels. Who wear their attitude on thier sleeves. Yes ,they are genuine, but they feel a need to show the world they are. But you, sir, are a unique case. You are no conformist . You are genuine but no rebel either, just fully content with who you are it sits very easily on you .


He:  See, it ruins it if all the world knows you said it about me. Even if it finds out, it shouldn't hear from you. I don't know. There are lots of conversations I've made and some I don't like to share, even the simplest of ones, because it means something to me. You can post it in your blog, but don't reveal that it is me.That would be unwanted publicity and invite comments.


And this, ladies and gentlemen, made me create this blog. So many beautiful things, thought of written, told and shared in day to day life. Those genuine moments which make our day.Which, at times, cannot be divulged in the fullness of details; and which are the better for it; 


For me, writing this is just another way of counting my blessings.