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Today ..

So what is my idea of a perfect day?  
There are many and as I read somewhere, ‘You can have it all not all at once’... the gleeful moments of the day that made this one content are here J ..

Well, little things can turn me on** J and these days, rains are enough to drive me crazy for nothing …
To add to it, chatter with close buddies on not so worldly topics like ‘music’, ‘which books to buy next’, ‘photography’, ‘our demarcation of mediocre and excellent’ etc.. is such a delight..The M.Phil. going parallel is another satisfaction...

Then the pleasure of riding 17 kms on almost potholes free roads amidst the soo romantic drizzles with Bryan Adams playing exclusively in your ears.. ‘little love’ , ‘have you ever really loved a women’ followed by Sheryl crows’ ‘soak up the sun’ .. as if everyone is pepping me up ;) ..OMG what more can I expect :D..  

Okay now comes the philanthropic activity of the day ... the phone recharge for a lady whose husband is not letting her out for she had filed a complaint against him .. I did practically nothing but that’s what best I could offer at the moment…. buried activism flourishing :) …

And then, the joy of recollecting everything in this post with 'theka' music playing in the background.



Loving it !
Cheers~

**lil things can turn me off too..so "beware " (devil smile :D)

Comments

  1. :) I am all smiles reading this post..
    thanks for sharing the 'theka' link.. looks really useful for my new hobby :P

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  2. thanks deep ...smiles are all i need :) ..
    may you have many new hobbies for you are too positively infectious in spreading them :D

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  3. Light, Crisp and characteristic post... :)
    Agree with you on almost all the points - in posts as well as in comment..
    :)

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  4. haha ...'characteristic' .. is making me so glad.. & so blessed to have friend who sees me as I see myself ;) ..

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