The Simple Things ..

The simple things

Warm flaky croissants, curved on your plate with a dab of melting
butter.The aroma of the accompanying hot coffee.

Piping hot phulkas, straight from the tava, with yellow daal, aloo
mutter, a dangerous green chili to bite into in between .

The first cup of tea in the morning, with a couple of crisp rusks, the
hot fluid sipped with great reverence. Aaah.

The wiggle-snuggle down into your quilt, and the soft whirr of the
fan, as you drift into sleep .

C o m f o r t .

The wet nose of your spaniel, and her snuffly breathing , as she
burrows into the nook of your arm, as you awake.

Yep, the simple things.