One of the things I love about being home is how quietly the pleasures accumulate.
We went out this evening, Abbu and I, to run some errands. Dropped off Iqbal at the rental store. Went to the watchmaker’s to get my watch fixed. Bought groceries. Paid a visit to the tailor to pick up a pair of trousers. Visited friends. Collected laundry. Picked up some medicine. Bought a magazine. And then rounded off the evening with a late night snack at the mall.
Nothing much. Just the simple, luminous pleasures of being at home.