a lovely grin before reality.

the first day of Shawal went well.

Alhamdullilah. 

moderate amount of food consumed and moderate amount of laughter made. 

and as i was about to rest alone in my room .

in the middle of the night of the first Shawal. 

i came across a page of a book i was reading.

a short poem.

which made me grin for a bit.

' I am not to speak to you - I am to think of you when I sit alone , or wake at night alone, 

I am to wait - I do not doubt I am to meet you,

I am to see to it that I do not lose you.'

     

-Walt Whitman, " To a Stranger"

and there i was thinking to myself. 

probably i just had too much rendang.

too much .

probably.

or simply. 

i just miss God already. 

either way. 

it was indeed a lovely grin before reality.

no.this video has nothing to do with this post.i just thought its lovely and it deserves to be heard. :)