Its a quiet morning, I can see snow fallen on my window ledge, and all over the ground. Its white, spread like a cotton bedsheet. I saw snow for the first time a few weeks ago. My first real touch of it was only then. I love the way the snow makes a soft yet tough crunchy sound while I walk over it in my snow boots.
I love waking up in the morning, to make myself a cup of coffee and watch the morning sky. I love to feel the day unfolding. When I turn on my laptop and check my email. Its simply the feeling that I wait for the minute my eyes open from sleep.
It's afternoon. And I love the thought of cooking lunch. The chopping of onions, the slicing of tomatoes, removing the rough ginger skin and slicing and dicing the garlic. I love the way the garlic pods cling together in bunches, the way they sit around in my fridge.
I love the smell of onions saute-ing in oil. The smell that spreads all around in my kitchen, which wanders off into my living room just as it pleases. Then there is the spices. Corriander, turmeric, red chilly, fennel and curry...all mingling with the onions and tomies.
I love the evening cuppa. The time when its time to wind up, to slow down, to sit back on your couch and check the last bit of the day's mails. The time to sift through the shelves for a movie to watch again. The time to light a ciggerette and watch the sun set. The time to just lie on the couch and think, to let your mind wander.
I love it all. even through a period when there is no hope, even when there is much hope, even when your heart feels it is carrying too much, even when I am gay and happy...just happy to touch the snow, to be here and breathe it all in. I simply love it.Don't you?
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