Fri. Jun 14th, 2024

There is not a day that passes when I don’t think of that warm sunny day. That warm sunny day which may or may not have passed. It definitely has or so my memory tells me so. The smell is definitely sharp in my mind. The feeling too.

But the warm sunny day is far away. Even though it is summer all throughout but something is amiss. Where are those lazy afternoons? Where is the quiet? I thought it was just here, the other day but it has disappeared and never returned.

In heated moments of anger and frustration with the rigmarole of daily life, you tend to overlook such warm sunny days, thinking they are common place. They would return, and they are nothing special. But warm sunny days are a rarity , an odd combination of the internal and external. Like a perfect mango. You never know when you’d get the best one