Mundane is bland. Mundane is ennui. Mundane makes us wish life had more Saturdays than Mondays or was a long holiday at the Caribbean where you snorkeled in the mornings and counted stars in night. You get the drift.
But have you realized there are some mundane things that never tire you out. Like when you smell the aroma of a freshly brewed cup of coffee, irrespective of the hour of the day. Always perks you up, doesn't it? And you yearn for a hot cup of that frothy awesomeness yourself. Always.
Thirteen years - one month -twenty six days - nine hours and twenty minutes and still could not help but brush when our irises met and I saw your smiling face. When you entered the cafe after a half hour of vanishing from mid lunch on feigning a phone call, with a bunch of roses in one hand and a set of earrings in the other, my soul smiled so wide as my heart took a leap. The lady from across the table, could not help but and wink at me and I could only offer her a smile in exchange while smiling at myself for the fecund fortuity of it all.
Sixth grade was seventeen years ago. And this wasn't the first time you brought me flowers or gifted me earrings (perhaps the first time you got some things different than pearls). Yet, the room lit up with a shimmery sunshine that emanated from you and me. A very mundane thing in our lives. Happens to us every day.
Some mundane things come with a “pretty forever" tag. They always make you smile. Lift your day, and give that moment a glistening dazzle which you bookmark in the pages of your life and return back to on a rainy day.
But have you realized there are some mundane things that never tire you out. Like when you smell the aroma of a freshly brewed cup of coffee, irrespective of the hour of the day. Always perks you up, doesn't it? And you yearn for a hot cup of that frothy awesomeness yourself. Always.
Thirteen years - one month -twenty six days - nine hours and twenty minutes and still could not help but brush when our irises met and I saw your smiling face. When you entered the cafe after a half hour of vanishing from mid lunch on feigning a phone call, with a bunch of roses in one hand and a set of earrings in the other, my soul smiled so wide as my heart took a leap. The lady from across the table, could not help but and wink at me and I could only offer her a smile in exchange while smiling at myself for the fecund fortuity of it all.
Sixth grade was seventeen years ago. And this wasn't the first time you brought me flowers or gifted me earrings (perhaps the first time you got some things different than pearls). Yet, the room lit up with a shimmery sunshine that emanated from you and me. A very mundane thing in our lives. Happens to us every day.
Some mundane things come with a “pretty forever" tag. They always make you smile. Lift your day, and give that moment a glistening dazzle which you bookmark in the pages of your life and return back to on a rainy day.
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