The little things you do

My thinking is kind of solenoidal, it usually lacks a source or sink...

Usually, the quotations in my blog posts are borrowed; the above however, is an original. I just came across it a couple of minutes back, I had totally forgotten saying (writing, actually) it, and it took me sometime to verify that I really had come up with it, since Google holds no account of anyone else saying the same, I can safely assume the originality of it, as Google is the place where I plagiarize (well, not really) from. Then I remembered how proud I was when I said it. It happens sometimes. I say things, and then just like Pali, who feels so proud of every drawing she has ever made, I kind of feel really happy. Like when I make those weird sketches, the doodling that I do in class, some of them look really beautiful. I am not an artist really, but I fall in love with some of the things I create. Like this post I had written sometime back, With You, Always, it’s my favourite and I was really happy when I wrote it. I waste a lot of time thinking about the things that make me sad, as is apparent in my blog, but I am amazed to see how little it takes to make me smile. Sometimes it’s the little things that I made or said; sometimes it’s a text message from a friend, a chocolate, all the nonsense my bhai-log come up with or sometimes when a child laughs. Just like now, when I was supposed to be studying for exams that have long gone beyond just knocking at my door, I was net-surfing, blog-reading and commenting and feeling sad about not studying, just then I came across the above quote and it made me smile.