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Pause! Take a deep breath..

 In the daily humdrum of our busy lives, we tend to overlook the little things, I realized that 'again' yesterday.

As I walked out of my tower, towards my car, I noticed butterflies in the lawn next to the parking, all these days, everything was brown and dry, due to the winter season, now the winters were melting, the butterflies probably were announcing the arrival!

I just smiled, thinking, that everyday I get into my car and I am just focused on reaching the destination, always in a hurry.

Actually, its pretty normal. We are always in a hurry, we want everything to be done instantly. Life is always on the go. From picking up your kid, to reading a book, listening to a new song, cooking a new dish, we are always hurrying up. We never stop.

I decided to pause yesterday, while driving through my colony, I looked around, noticed flowers sprouting. Grass turning green again. I increased the volume of the music system, listened and hummed along, while enjoying my driving, decided not to get affected by horrible drivers, or choking traffic. There were songs on my ipod which I hadn't heard in ages.

When I got back home in the evening, had a little chit chat with my maid, asked her how she was, how were her kids. Went for a walk, as the weather was pleasant, walked barefoot on the grass.

Came back home, and took a nice long hot shower, singing all the while. :)

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