Sunny day.

It doesn't take much to make a perfect day.

First, a surprise. A tiny scribble of light that hides itself in a long stretch of darkness that has become unfamiliar with time. A pair of numbers that throws the self up in the air, there in cloud nine. And though perhaps wrong, a few figures of the same start. Take everything as a testimony.

Friends. A few of them in a small sorta circle, being in the center of which is like being surrounded by happiness, no matter how intangible any feeling is. Every now and then butterflies are thrown away to allow the selves to jump into and drown in laughter. Because each tolerates every silly, funny bit of everyone. And through that every soul is embraced, celebrated, loved.

Sun rays. Thousands of lines of light that stretch to that place set apart and claimed to be own. Sun rays from the same sun that conspires with people to turn so many ordinary days into blasts.

Answered prayers. Minutes of talk, for three times in which, an expression of joy uttered.

Three cookies and a scoop of ice cream. A girl friend that would drag you away to somewhere once wanted to be home so sweet tooth give-ins are shared. A walk under dim street lights and a hug before someone goes.

I have every reason to do everything all over again.