Ever wondered how a few petite things bring a smile to your face in a split second? I thought of writing about it during one of my insomniac phases, the time when I am as fresh as a daisy, but the incessant listening to sad songs and the blue phase is taking its toll, so decided to list down all the simple things that make me happy…

o       Tom and Jerry… The reason why it’s first on the list is because lately, it has been my lone savior and pulled me out of cyclonic muddles! Was watching it last night and I couldn’t help but notice the simple fact that this cartoon is actually capable of rejuvenating both my 3 years old niece and 20 years old me! The Tom chasing Jerry is so enchantingly hilarious that it simply baffles me. What enthralls me about it? I don’t know… I don’t really want to know if it holds the same capability even when I am 70!

o       Humming a song in which you fancied your school time crush… The other day, I was listening to this song after ages that brought back so many memories. Watching this movie with him (and others too), he sitting next to me and our cheeks going pink by just viewing a little romance on the screen…aww…life was so simple then…

o       Those tight hugs from your best friends that speak nothing but say it all… isn’t it a heavenly feeling when someone chooses to go the hugging way when you need it the most?

o       Day dreaming… I don’t know how many people do this but yes, I do day dream, precisely, a lott! As my friends say, I can sit next to my professor and still dare to dream… it’s a different kind of high altogether. It’s like enjoying your world that works on your terms…smile because the world is yours. Although, I am still far away from being a schizophrenic!

o       Déjà vu…Okay, I accept that I love digging pasts! The other day I came across this colorful letter-pad (a rare word there) and it didn’t take me much time to realize that it was the same pad on which I used to write letters to my cousin (because she was the only one out of town) but never ended up sending… the stupid things I had written brought an instant smile with a flash of reminiscence of long lost lustre of innocence…

Then there are those fairy tale books, funny old photographs and some memories that are forever etched in your cells, for instance; those squabbles with your five years old tomboyish counterpart, the joy of having chutter mutter and that 50ps pep sticks (in vivid flavors like hajmola, orange, kaala khatta…), the joy of playing hopscotch and hide and seek, the time when your sole purpose in life was to win the game!

The list could be perpetual but it did make me think for the good…

Whoever says it, says it right

Money can’t buy you everything…