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A perfect golden afternoon
4:40 PM
A perfect golden afternoon

Its strange to be blogging on a laptop, what more on a laptop that doesn't belong to me that is placed on a low table and I'm sitting cross-legged on a carpet leaning back on the sofa instead of my red office swivel chair in a house that is not mine. A pair of eyes looks alternately at the screen, and than back up at me. I look down and I see a cheeky and sleepy smile. I can hear the fan creaking as its spins, swirling the air to a cool mixture that goes spiraling around the room. Occasional banging sounds, hallmarks of an ongoing construction site nearby pervades the tranquility of the warm afternoon. Sunlight streams in through the glass panels by the white wooden doors, making sunshine spotlights that illuminate the smooth wooden floor that reminds me of dance floors in ballet studios and of new showhouses.

Distraction comes in many forms. Today, its a warm hand holding on to mine, a quiet and sleepy voice gently murmuring words as I struggle to keep up.

A mind thinking about old promises and dreams that have been made. Old fears seems so far away today, and hopefully they'll stay far, far away always. How amazing simple things can be. The only thing you can hear sometimes in the loud, loud world are the quiet whispered promises made by sincere hearts. Today seems like one of those quiescent golden afternoons where there is nothing to worry about, and the greatest worries themselves are not worrying at all. Glass ornaments hanging on the metal hinges of the glass panels sway in time to the rhythm of the breeze, making little light shows on the floor as sunrays shine through them. And its frightening to think that maybe we won't find this kind of peace for a long time to come. But some things are worth the wait, and this is one of them. Fairytales that you believe will come true, will really come true and it justifies every bit of longing and yearning and waiting and hoping and all such nostalgic emotions. He wonders if the little angel he's looking up at will remember these little things when she is far away and so caught up in the daily hustle of life. If she'll keep that old blue box that he so long ago gave her. And will she still open it up to look at what's inside or would she toss it away for something newer. And those eyes blink drowsily and flutter gently shut, at peace with the world on this somnolent, quiet afternoon.

Some things wont be forgotten in the rat race of life, or overshadowed by the bright lights of other events. They are etched so deeply into the mind, engraved on the soul that it remains there through time and tide. She can feel those eyes looking up at her. A wellspring of emotions shine through those brown eyes. Now she knows how it feels when she's watching him. Simply looking and drinking in the moment with eyes that smile for no particular reason at all.

Warm sunrays peeking in through the windows with a cool breeze blowing, secluded on a little island of peace with a serene atmosphere all around. A perfect golden afternoon indeed.

Written on Thursday, July 12, 2007; 4:40 PM

Flip My Past:
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  • A bottle of Watson's water
  • chocolate chip cookies
  • Red and white
  • Flickering lights
  • Numbering the ticking thingamajigs
  • Homecoming
  • Popping eyeballs
  • Its official!
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