Tch. Very blah Reverb10 prompt. Blah and so done over. I’m not even going to try at this one. Well, not really try, that is.
December 27 – Ordinary Joy
Our most profound joy is often experienced during ordinary moments. What was one of your most joyful ordinary moments this year?
(Author: Brené Brown)
Boyfriend? No, that’s huge.
Cooking? Naah, that’s pretty big for a kitchenphobic like me.
Writing assignments? Ordinary? You’re kidding, right?
Okay, got one. Last year Mumbai didn’t have a winter. Not even the piddly breeze that blows about and puts a flu into every second chest in the city. We sweltered all through Christmas, New Year and when May happened, no one even noticed.
Three years earlier, we had such a dramatic winter that even those damned smug Delhiites had to sit up and take notice. Joyfully, we went shopping and picked up sweaters, jackets, coats, scarves, shawls, shoes and socks. Nada after that.
Ten days back, the little hairs on our arms begin to stand up. Getting out of bed got harder. The sudden urge to snuggle trickled through even the most touch-worn of this city. Throats got queasy. Voices became hoarse. And a joyful (and raspy) whoop sounded across the city.