When Everything was Perfect

That moment, that morning everything was perfect. Just for a few moments, everything was right, just right, just perfect. Everything was in the right place, as it should be. Nothing was amiss, nothing was wrong.

Can it be so? Can it all be perfect?

That moment that morning it all was.

I had gone out in the garden to pluck a few curry leaves for some upma I was about to cook for breakfast. With curry leaves in my hand, I strolled lazily in the garden, and on the spur of a moment just looked up...