Things that brighten my life - His love

His love more than compensates for all the pain that I've ever gone through in my life. But what means the most to me is the space he gives me to just be. To cuddle or whine, to ponder over my existence, to weep when I'm depressed, to gaze open-mouthed at the stars, to admit when I miss someone else more than him. To have the possibility to more far away from him or even break free in search of my happiness and peace.
And the more he sets me free, the more strongly I get bound to him. In his love I find most of my solace.

Things that brighten my life - my green tea

There was a time when I wanted to start drinking green tea because of its antioxidant and slimming properties. I tried a lot of varieties but the simple flavors of green tea just didn't suit my complex Indian tastebuds. But then I chanced upon developing a recipe that's perfect for me. I simply add lemon and honey to my tea in proportions that all three flavors taste equally strong.
A cup of my green tea every morning brightens up my day. It's a very light drink, as opposed to masala chai. I love it now, just for the flavor - bitter, sour and sweet. And who knows, it might as well be doing the antioxidant and slimming action inside me.

Things that brighten my life - blueberries

Last week a dear friend came to Hong Kong and I was pretty excited to welcome her because I am absolutely alone here. When she left, I could have gone super sad. But I went to a supermarket to buy some blueberries because I felt I 'deserved' to have them at that moment. I 'longed' to have them melt in my mouth because that would be the most gratifying feeling possible at that moment. And that made me realize what blueberries actually mean to me. I declare that they have overtaken my fetish for guavas. Yes, I love them THAT much. 

Capturing a new picture in every blink...

It was just another morning for me. I was on the way to my office in an autorickshaw, listening to songs from my usual playlist. This had always been the most boring part of my day. I felt an absolute absence of companions. All I could see around me was the rude Autorickshawala and the dead slow Bangalore traffic. But that day I could see a little more. A middle aged uncle on a Bajaj scooter carrying a lunch box and eagerly waiting for the signal to go green. A young lady carrying a small baby on her side and hurrying from one side of the road to another. Two school girls on the pavement, chatting and heading towards an eventful day. A young professional sitting on the driving seat of a silver sedan, blushing over a mobile conversation. A male wearing a black wrangler helmet riding a 180cc Black Pulsar, saying something funny to the female sitting on the backseat. There was an entire world around me. And not just that day. Everyday, while I had been waiting for my lonely and boring journey to get over, there was so much beauty, so much love around me. During those rush hours, I could have observed a new life, a new character,, a new situation in almost every blink. I could have had the best time of my day surrounded by so many people, beautiful in their own ways.
That day onwards, I played a secret little game on the way to my office; blinked my eyes, captured a new picture, felt the beauty in that and kept repeating it. And my boredom turned into a continuous joy :)

Reminds me of a famous dialogue from American Beauty :
"I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me. But it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once and it's too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it. And then it flows through me, like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude."