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Me, myself & joy....

My back faced the window at The Brew Room. I was engrossed with a few spreadsheets and documents. My coffee arrived. The girl with a very subtle smile on her face served it and was pleasantly shocked when I said thank you and smiled at her. So much so, I could see a small amount of blood rush to her thin, long and meek face that brought an involuntary smile across it. 
She turned back and walked away to avoid further eye contact. 

In some time, the sun, as it went about it's day moved further west and shone through parts of the windows of the coffee shop. The tree cover and the sun rays had a battle of sorts while the shadows played along. I had youtube dishing out AR Rahman's melodies one after the other. I suddenly felt a warmth on my back. A few sneaky rays of sunshine diffused through the gaps in the leaves to make it in and bring new life into my workplace. I took off my earphones, sat there observing the cheerful people around me and the near perfect day. 

To my left were two girls, I make out that they are artists or architects. The creative kind, I knew from the vibes or so my convoluted mind imagined. The tangrams and the art on the back of their Macbook pros or the mouse they were using could all be decoys. Okay I confess, they fit the picture of artists that I had painted in my mind. A very sophisticated couple sat beside my table as they discussed education systems in depth, they were up to something interesting, I almost wanted to listen in and start participating. Another girl sat alone with her Macbook wide open and apple earphones plugged in. She was on a call, I presume with a friend from her demeanor. Another elderly gentleman sat opposite her and read a book. Kenny G was playing in the cafe, quiet enough for me to hear the elderly gentleman turn the pages of his book. With the sun coming in, everyone's face lit up or so I felt. I saw the girl in the other corner squint a little at the sun as she looked up. Kenny G's iconic careless whisper played in the cafe. 

I was grinning ear to ear, working away. I am mighty sure, most people in the store would've thought I had a few nuts loose. I wouldn't blame them, they wouldn't understand this joy. The joy of being back in Madras, in Chennai in Mylai, in what I call home, working for an amazing company and an even better boss, sipping on butterscotch bathed coffee with subtle yet present music and watching nature play games with the shadows and cheerful faces all around me. I couldn't ask for more positive vibes around during this time of the year. 

As I walked away from The Brew Room, I thought to myself, what made me so happy today, a joy I hadn't felt in a long time. Was it the fact I was home? Was it Kenny G ;D of course I had to consider that possibility :D. Was it butterscotch ice-cream in my coffee? These things have always been around, I had just been less appreciative of simple pleasures around me. I just have a better appreciation all these subtle influences around me today. Today I grew up a little, learned a little about me and my relationship with me!  The joy that was, came from within, from just being happy with me, myself and my focus on what I have instead of what I lack. I learned, everything else is an accessory as long as you can treat yourself well and be happy with yourself. Because if you have that part right, like James Hetfield said, Nothing else matters! 

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