The shrilly whistle of the kettle...
The smell of the warm steamed puttu...
Dogs running around playfully, warmth of cuddling them..
Bitting into the juicy rambutans while enjoying the wind under the tree...
Smelling the freshly mowed green lawn...
The sound of raindrops against the leafy surrounding...
Post-bath cuticura comforting the skin...
Stories of adventures and fantasies while sitting on mutachas lap along with the familiar smell of tobacco..
Pepper and soy sauce seeping through the half boil egg...
Childhood, i must say was the most beautiful adventure I have had. Carefree and eternal bliss it was. Where thoughts, speech, and heart were at its purest.
Adulthood snatches it all away, opening your eyes to the sinful world you are in. Where the heart is conscious of its surrounding, thoughts influenced by sinful deeds and words expressing the frustration of leaving that beautiful world behind.
We live each day, fighting with ourselves to become strong enough to face the real world. Each day is a struggle, yet we live. And when we breath our last breath, we wonder what was life all about because we become nothing at the end of our journey. I hope to get my answer before that and learn how to appreciate whatever little beauty is left of life....