Listening to Frank Sinatra and sipping my favorite hazelnut hot coffee, I am looking outside from my bedroom glass door. I see a calm, lit up city surrounded by cozy mountains, and a pitch dark sky. It is still little cold outside, not a spring as yet.
I close my eyes. I am at peace. I am wondering how many times I really pay attention to this moment - now? No matter what happened before or what will happen tomorrow, this moment seems so perfect, almost eternal in a sense. I am compelled to preserve this moment as a cherished memory.
One life, live it..
- Sankalp
P.S.: I am sober :P
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