For me-
Happiness is so transient.
Happiness is so many moments...
It is watching my daughter smile,
It is listening to my son chuckle,
With the rustle of the pages of a book.
It is cooking Chettinad Chicken...
Waiting for it to be eaten,
Without spills only slurps.
Happiness is so transient.
Happiness is so many moments...
It is watching my daughter smile,
It is listening to my son chuckle,
With the rustle of the pages of a book.
It is cooking Chettinad Chicken...
Waiting for it to be eaten,
Without spills only slurps.
Happiness is remembering Amma,
While she came out of her coma.
Smiling at her son and her daughter,
Each one holding her hand.
It is watching Achan caring for her,
With no inhibition...
Only loving devotion.
While she came out of her coma.
Smiling at her son and her daughter,
Each one holding her hand.
It is watching Achan caring for her,
With no inhibition...
Only loving devotion.
Being alone, in silence.
Watching the Laburnum,
With its brilliant golden blossoms.
When the hot winds blow in summer,
Remembering the holy Ganges,
Floating in its cool waters,
Feeling the swirling currents.
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