In Appreciation…….. of the simple pleasures of life…

Zeena Singh For  Eastern Mirror Sunday

Hello folks,

I believe that life has so much to give if only we cared to give a little thought to the most minuscule of joys (which we’d find so much of) only if we’d stop looking at the looming discomforts and discontents.
So here I am, to share with you the simplest joys in my life as I have experienced some time in my life and those that I take as I face each day, at a time.

Youthful Bravado

Would I trade my present confidence gained over the years with that which I once could call mine, to do the now un-do-able?
Not now, nor ever!
But as I reflect, I do hold in admiration my once upon a time, (what I might call), stunt acts of bravery.
I’ve, for the most part, known myself and definitely been known to others to be the calm, collected, quiet but very timid type. I belonged to that category of kids who hated going to school, not out of a phobia to studies, but out of a dread to meeting stronger, smarter or pluckier others.
Never one to stand up to bullies, I even almost had the’ lingual frenulum’ or the’ safety muscle’ of my tongue, cut off. Talk about being naively or idiotically afraid; not that at 4 years was I supposed to be aware of a very important part of the tongue; but thankfully, sensible enough through all trepidation that I was in danger and am I glad that that bit of sagacity prevailed.Coming back to the esteemed respect I place upon this partial spirit of fearless nerve that suddenly inhabited my being in a time that was ,my whopping advancement here , I still am yet to identify with.
I astonished myself when from out of the blue I found I could, with daring expertise, pluck out molars out of the oral cavities of my friends. Equipped with a brand new handkerchief, (of the dozen or so that we were meant to have in our possession), my index finger , middle finger and thumb to assist, I’d test the unrestricted wobble of the tooth and detach it with a strong grasp feeling it uproot with a satisfying rip. Nothing sadistic, but a rewarding gratification of a mission accomplished for both, the ‘extractor’ and the ‘extractee’.
Another feat of audacious boldness which I would never give a re-consider ever, is sitting unsupported, feet dangled off over the edge of a twenty odd feet building, which once i adroitly would practise to view the world from aloft.
I do not accredit my heroism as stand -alone ones, nor consider myself to be a suitable contender for fear factor. Far from it. This is, as I know it to be but smattering endowments most of us could claim to be part of one’s youthful nonchalant stance.
Many a stunt undertaking I may have proficiently consummated, faced many of my fears head on triumphant or otherwise…many yet, I am still to face and left wondering if I’d ever like to give a go at.
Whatsoever, few and fleeting though they may have been, I am indebted to those moments of courageous unbeaten flourish which have till today, given me a feel-good boost.

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