happy places

Boredom is lurking around. Nothing new about it. But what makes the days special is how many times mind digress into good things. How often you get those subtle triggers which takes you to beautiful places. Most of these places i have never been to, but i stole them from movies or books. Some of those stolen ones are so much accepted that mind argues about its reality for a bit before giving up. Sometimes those triggers are obvious and easy to notice and sometimes they are so tiny and mysterious that you will never see them. The cutest one is the smell trigger. The smell of sharpened pencil which takes me to my nursery days, a particular perfume which takes me to the place where I smelled it before or the smell of a rare food item which takes me to the scenario where I had it last time.