And I think to myself, what a wonderful world..

Don't be that daunted! I don't intend to sound too mushy. But I can't help thinking about things that intrigue me, that leave me captured & some have no means of explanation to them.

I get irked on seeing kids that vroom around like Tazmania (read: bugs bunny character), and leave a trail of destruction behind them. You can't stop them, their screams gnaw your patience out to the crisp. You can't use boorish methods to hault them, so what if they've superhuman energies, they're kids! But when you see them sleep? Ahhhhh. The thought that preceeds is a tie-breaker: do you love the sight cause they're finally pacified or is it because they're in their most cherubic state ever.

Ever noticed the effect of an open, sun-weaving, window? Words surpass me. There's a trail of light that slantingly crawls through the window & leaves the background of the room shady & surreal. They're those pretty, normally ikky-ikky, dust particles that dance around in Brownian-movement like little diamonds in front of it's rays. And the effect it's pooled sun-rays does on the floor, tempts me to roast my feet in it during winters.

I've been boggled long by this one: One look at a material makes you perceive the richness of it's quality. You needn't touch a cloth to make sure it's velvet. It speaks soft furry tales to your eyes. You needn't touch satin to feel its viewable sheen & slippery-ness. Or feel pure cotton to see how easily it gets wrinkly & how freely it flows against your body. It's like they have a language of communication of their own.

This one's my all time favourite. They're some people in the world that I can sit next to in my groggiest of moods & feel my dark clouds drifting away. They needn't speak, just their companies or their smiles can lighten me up instantly. No thought process involved!

Many such things, or a few more. I'll settle cozily with the last one, the company that makes me the happiest, like wanting to spell out that Harry Potter charm, Expecto Patronum! No, I don't want my patronus to be a cat! Sheesh, that's so cliche!! ;)