Sunday, March 13, 2022

Simple joys of everyday life

Hello universe.....Woke up just now, after having a hot cup of coffee I'm sitting here to write this post. Still yawning/stretching my body and reminiscing over  yesterday's get together moments with our closed ones. Spent our Saturday with our close family. I gifted my sis few art supplies, she loved it. She enjoys painting, sketching and poetry just like me. And....she is a poetess too. How beautiful it is to make someone happy !! No need of great gestures but more often than not it's the little things we do for people that really counts, the simple things that make people happy. Isn't it ? She also cooks very well and a great administrator too when it comes to doing things. I learnt a lot from her, still learning.

When interacting with people we need not show off our brains, all we need to show them is that we care, being just another human being. It irks me when people show off their intelligence all the time like they are constantly competing with people.  Somehow I do not enjoy the company of know-it-alls (even though they are) and superficial people much. I believe in application of knowledge and wisdom in our lives rather than making it a grandiose spectacle all the time.

I have to finish painting my balcony metal shelf today. I chose yellow, it looks good. A little bit of gardening and purchases, then we'll go exploring the city. 

Today reminds me of this beautiful poem about simple life by Anna Akhmatova.

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Somewhere there is a simple life by Anna Akhmatova :

Somewhere there is a simple life and a world,
Transparent, warm and joyful. . .
There at evening a neighbor talks with a girl
Across the fence, and only the bees can hear
This most tender murmuring of all.

But we live ceremoniously and with difficulty
And we observe the rites of our bitter meetings,
When suddenly the reckless wind
Breaks off a sentence just begun -

But not for anything would we exchange this splendid
Granite city of fame and calamity,
The wide rivers of glistening ice,
The sunless, gloomy gardens,
And, barely audible, the Muse's voice.

----- Anna Akhmatova.

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