7 June 2020
i’m living the art of enjoying the little things in life; the fleeting moments of serenity and joy in my days..
the timeless noon hours at a café with my book and notebook;
the coldness of iced coffee as it flows down my throat in this humid heat of June;
witnessing the magic of writing: when words materialize in the immaterial world of my mind and find themselves out in the real material world of pen and paper;
brushing away the mockingly judgmental voice in my head as i write with my horrendous handwriting;
the image of myself as a girl sat with the company of her books in the corner of a café;
taking photos that make my days look well-spent;
the momentary pleasure of sending out a tweet;
the cold blow of AC in my car after an hour-long sunset walk — which i refer to as ‘The Walk of Sanity’;
memories rushing into my mind’s eye as i listen to an old playlist;
the smell of hand sanitizer that reminds me of my childhood vacations when my siblings and i would snack on chips in the car during long road trips and would then clean our hands with detol wipes;
the ticking and tacking of my nails on the iPad’s keyboard as i write this..
i think life’s good now. there’s a subtle layer of apprehension in the air, but maybe this is the beginning of a new life.