The smell of old books
The music from your violin
Mother's hands
The way the corners of father's eyes crinkle when he smiles
The smell of rain in the air
And cold chocolate milk
One soft pillow
And an open window
All this is happiness.
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:-) whose violin is this? Definitely not Chaitanya's! Because even I ll be hardpressed to call that insuffrable screeching music! lol lol
Obviously not Chaitanya's! He's not even in this country! :P And he wudnt be playing on skype..
I found this new guy, awesome violinist! I'll tell you all about it later! :D *wink wink*
u found a new guy. a violinist? now why does that not surprise me as much as it should? :-P
Well put. It is so ironical how in the process of achieving the big happinesses (is that even a word?),the smaller ones sometimes elude us so sharply. More aware,more grateful,is what we need to be.
T., not that kinda guy! Geez, he's Hungarian for godsakes! Check your email!
Dee, yeah, its always the little things! :)
Best post.
Thenkoo! :)
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