Wednesday, March 01, 2006


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.


Blogger Rhonda Hull said...

Ah, Each moment, each second... the simple pleasures are the best and bring that warm and silent...almost reverent happiness.
In joy,
Rhonda Hull

6:46 PM  
Blogger Sujatha said...

even better when you stop to appreciate it.

10:27 PM  
Blogger Zab said...

enjoy it while you can..

1:42 PM  
Blogger karrvakarela said...

Apologies for the late comments. I have been very busy.

Rhonda: Absolutely. Hope you have more of those.

Sujatha: Yup. It makes all the difference, sometimes.

Zab: thanks, I did!

10:53 AM  

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