I love how the curtain flies with the wind; should I call it as slowing of the winds flow or the inspiration from the winds touch? May be the later; sounds positive.
I love the soft music playing on my laptop, as I write on the pages of my diary or maybe simply clean the house.
I love the moments with a book that takes me to a different world; a world of writers imagination blended with mine.
I love the small tasks, such as weekly cleaning of bike, house or my belongings; they bring me closer to things I own.
I love the smell of the food I cook on a Sunday; the coffee that I drink when the evening breeze smoothly brushes behind my ear.
I love the sense of doing nothing, but relaxing on a Sunday. In spite of doing nothing it seems as though I have worked all day.
I love the sight of the flowers in the plants housed in two pots; they make me realize that they need me, every single day.
I love the lazy evening, watching down at my neighborhood, people walking, talking, smiling and leaving the day behind as it melts away.
I love the thoughts of the past, childhood may be or of college perhaps or anything that brings a smile on to my face.
I love to arrange my books, my shelf, to throw the unwanted and feel less burdened from those papers, those thoughts, and those past to which we unnecessarily are attached to.
I love my morning walks, looking at the house built fabulously, gardens so well maintained, or just at the early morning sweeper or the people whose day starts early.
I love the silent prayers, at a temple or at home; they make me feel strong from within.
In short, I love all that they call as “Trivial”. They, I say; as I know not who gave them the right to name it so. It is these small things in life that brings us joy at lonely times to change them to - “loneliness by choice.” We long to have such moments; as they allow us to discover ourselves; to notice them or to call them trivial; to love them or to ignore them. I crave for them at times when I get too busy and stressed. Yes for me, Trivial matters!