last night i was sitting at home by the open window. anshuman and a friend were having a drink and I was enjoying the breeze, the conversation. Ninna was asleep and it struck me- this is happiness. The stuff that passes by quietly almost like a thief is...happiness.
3 comments:
Happy to read this lovely post!
Just went through the first page of your blog . Nice stuff packed in brief posts. Will be coming back. It is already past COB.
and sometimes we are the thieves ourselves
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