[Repost from Facebook; original post dated May 3rd, 2017]
Kindle in hand, reading Anuja Chauhan's latest, munching on tapioca chips, sipping chilled mint and lemon flavoured water, in a cool room, while my baby and one of the dogs take a nap next to me; and if I raise my head, I see a large-ish balcony full of tall palms - and I suddenly realise how very glad and thankful I am for having what I have.
For having worked hard and well to earn the comfort of now, and knowing that I deserve the break.
For having had the crazy stroke of luck (from someone who doesn't believe in fate), to have found Anaaira, and brought her home.
And, for having a family like I do, all of whom - in Meerut, London, Boston, Doha, Aurangabad, and Delhi - are waiting even as I type this, for a 'plink' on their WhatsApp with more photos and videos of the imp who's filled our various homes and hearts.
And, all of this, and so much more, reminds me of this song.
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