Imagination
What is marriage if it does not invoke extreme emotion? You get to know how you sound when you are happy, sad, crying or laughing hard, being childish and sometimes just plain stupid.
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There is something cute about people whose are blissfully absentminded, a sort of clumsy cuteness. They call you by the wrong name and are absolutely confident in thinking that they've got it right. They tend to forget about where they parked their car. They tend to drive to a different place than the intended destination as if on auto-pilot and smile so sweetly when you point it out to them. If not for them, life would have a little less laughter.
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It's been raining on and off in Houston today and I'm reminded of this dialog from Forrest Gump.

"Forrest Gump: One day it started raining, and it didn't quit for four months. We been through every kind of rain there is. Little bitty stingin' rain... and big ol' fat rain. Rain that flew in sideways. And sometimes rain even seemed to come straight up from underneath."

Think of the scene sequence during the narration, Tom Hanks as Forrest walking and sometimes trying to sleep in the different types of rain and you can't help but lighten up. So its a good thing it rained today.

I often wish people don't say things like they wished it stopped raining and that too much rain made them feel gloomy and so on. A day of rain means there's more possibilities of a drought-less year. Who needs rationing of water where you cannot wash your car, you can water your plants only on certain days of the week and only at a certain set time and government folks come to your doorstep asking you to fix your sprinkler system if there's excess water in the sidewalk. These were some of the restrictions in certain states that had drought last year.

I neither wash the car regularly nor have a big garden and I'm definitely not for squandering this godsend resource but I hate to live in shortage. There was a time in my life (mostly in Chennai) when we used to get running water only for an hour in the morning. The rest of the day we've got to live out of a tank filled with water or a bucket of water you've filled for yourself. Those were the "War of Water" days. I hate to go into details at the risk of ruining my lightened mood.
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