This simple pleasure.

It was just another post-class evening and for the first few minutes after we reach home, the three of us were in Sya and Ayin's room just like always. I, still in my t-shirt and jeans was sitting on Sya's bed with knees drawn to my chest- probably playing at my toenails or something other-I didn't pay attention. Ayin was already out of her class outfit, airing her towel at the mini sized balcony attached to their room. Sya was standing by the study table next to the bed that I was on, arranging the flowers she just bought on our way back from class. We were talking of nothing in particular, silly random stuff.Things that one usually forgets just as soon as the conversation ends. Stuff of no importance, really. But there we were all the same, jumping off from one topic to another, laughing a lot in between and Ayin her back to us, would occasionally turn her head around to tease or to add a point, I had to look up to those two from my position on the bed and Sya was arranging those pretty yellow carnations in the vase while talking and laughing as if it was the most natural thing to do.

Quotidian, this. Nothing extraordinary at all.

But there you have it, if I were to freeze those few minutes and show it to you, you could see that we were truly enjoying ourselves albeit over things that has no importance to you, even to us.

This is afterall, a simple pleasure.