A portion of this morning was so blissful, it was like a perfectly polished prayer bead.
It was cloudy. There were kites gliding in the sky. Some crows sat on wires. A parrot flew about. I had a cup of tea brewed with black pepper. For a while, there was no call from work. There was also very little guilt of not working.
I was breathing really deep. Everything about me and around me had slowed down.
The leaves shook in the breeze. A koyal cooed and suddenly there was flute music.
It was perfect.
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