I returned from Vashi early in the morning. The cab ride from Vashi to Bandra at around 7 am is soft with beauty, grace and mercy. It's a quieter world. A nicer life.
Turned the key and saw my living room from the front door. It's beautiful. It had three perfect shards of golden light on the floor. There was a blush and shine of a fresh morning softening the shadows. It's a stunning little space.
Remembered the lines by Emily Dickinson, " The soul selects her own society...and then shuts the door."
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