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Writer's pictureAanya Srivastava

The Small Joys of Everyday Life



Steam rises from a cup of tea,

warming my hands,

as rain taps softly on the roof—

a rhythm that calms something deep inside.

 

Sunlight slips through the blinds,

soft and golden,

catching dust in its slow dance,

making even stillness feel alive.

 

A song hums in the background,

half-remembered, but enough.

For now, everything fits.

No rush. No need to move.

 

A glance, a smile with a passing stranger—

as if to say,

“We’re here, sharing this moment.”

It’s enough.

 

The smell of baking cookies,

the sweetness of the first bite,

grass cool beneath bare feet—

these are the threads that hold me

steady, when the world spins too fast.

 

It’s the small things,

the quiet things,

that remind me I’m alive.

And maybe, just maybe,

they’re all I really need.

 

Written: 2024

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