Moments of peace are so rare that i end up holding on to them forever in some form or the other. Last night was one of them. After a fingerlickingly yum dinner of stuffed parathas ladled with tons of butter, i went out to the balcony at Sister K's home, sat me down and enjoyed an hour of quiet. Nothing but the rustle of Neem leaves, a pleasant breeze and me.
It was perfect. I was at peace.
2 comments:
Oh those moments are the best..and hang on to them, one must :)
I am, just as i'm keen on creating more of those. :)
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