Sometimes a dish is not perfect until it is sprinkled with a bit of spice. Similarly a sprinkle of gratitude and small gestures of love make the dish of life tastier than ever.
Memories have a life of their own,
Some get conceived at the moments of utter joy,
Others are sad like a little still born boy,
Yet immortal, yet indelible post the initial ahoy.
Swiping someone off their feet,
With unannounced arrivals and rhapsodic beat.
Tears of joy with a soothing hug,
A gift out of nowhere is hard to shrug.
Candlelit evenings in the arms of a lake,
A filling of love in the surprise cake.
A soup with a smile for the healing touch,
Long drives through the rain when there’s nothing much.
Because life is a flow of emotional streams,
Merging at a juncture in the end of the one act scenes.
So why not create a piggy bank of smiles,
Open it up to cherish the memory lane through the last mile.