One of my friends remarked that ever since we planned our summer vacation, verses have elbowed out prose on my blog. I could sense that he was green about his gills with my so-called poems and was hardly in a condition to take any more of the stuff. So if this post comes as a welcome change then the credit goes to him and if not, well, the author’s to be blamed.
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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favorite things.
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favorite things.
This snippet from ‘The Sound of Music’ wafted through the air and that gave me the topic for my blogpost-‘A few of my favorite things’
o Topping the list would be listening to good music, preferably violin or flute in a dimly lit/dark room
o Traveling with windows rolled down, feeling the wind on your face (never mind getting your hair messed up)
o Watching the skies darken, awaiting the drizzle and catching the first rain drop in your face
o Scared out of your wits by the flash of lightning but still awaiting the loud clap of thunder
o When a big wave surprises you on the beach and soaks you to your skin
o Walking bare-foot on the lawns feeling the grass tickling your feet
o Starting your Sunday with a steaming cuppa and marathon session of newspaper reading without anxious glances at the clock
o And, of course, the smell of wet earth soaking up the first rain drops
The list doesn’t quite end here. But I can hear my friend’s stern warning to keep it short. So, may be, whoever reads this can add to this list? Now, wouldn’t that be lovely?
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