This thought occured to me when i was in the middle of i-don't-know-what. It doesn't matter.
Well, i was thinking about the various things that make me smile. Whenever i see the word, or when i hear it, i fell elated. That's how i percieve it. It's something that we seek, for it brings cheer, and makes ourselves glow with goodness.
I went on to list out the things that actually make me smile. Here it is, at random:
a message from M wishing me before an exam..... hearing B chatter(she exceeds me in this regard).... when C waves at me when i leave for college, when i converse with friends.... when i read paragraphs from a particular novel(despite the fact that i've read a dozen times)...... when i paint..... when i see a nice song..... when i hear soothing music....... when i hear the cuckoo sing..... when i see the sky assume beautiful colours..... when i pronounce certain words(the affection is very short-lived)..... when i scan photographs.... when we fight at home for silly reasons....
when i answer intelligently to questions put forth by mother(one incident: she came to my room and saw me. She asked to wear something else, for i'd been using that pair of jeans repeatedly. Here's what i said, Ma, you should be proud to have a daughter like me, somebody who doesn't bother much about clothes, who concentrated on worthwhile stuff. I was given a stare.... Nevertheless i wore it.)
when i see good hand-written material, especially if it appears in good handwriting..... when i eat something tasty(ice-cream during a cold night)... when i catch a cold, as my voice becomes pretty raw..... when i see colourful flowers..... greenery freshly washed by rain... getting drenched in the monsoon showers.... the fragrant smell which emanates from wet earth.... feeling a soft breeze caress my cheeks.....
A smile on your face, what makes it happen?