I woke up when the sun was already high up in the horizon - something that was becoming more of a routine of late. Left a quick voice message for my patient that I desperately needed to see this remaining holiday and took a long, warm shower. Post showering and shivering, the fm radio on my sidetable was playing cranberries - zombies. I used to heart that song very much - I didnt remember when I stop listening to it or when its existence just slipped off my mind, burrowed underneath other thoughts and daily multiple tasks.

Yesterday, I had an awesome time at the dance class. Exchanged a few quick words with this girl as we reached for a cup of water. Tired but excited, I quickly agreed to make regular appearance in the class. I love the warm fuzzy feeling of being included. No one likes to be left out - just like how everyone wants to feel special. That is the gem in navigating the turns and twists and through the hidden passageways of social arena - everything just boils down to how the other person makes you feel. You stick around when the other person makes you feel accepted and good about yourself. And it is also a matter of respect too. And possibly, trust. That's what special is - like long handwritten cards, phonecalls and talks, laughters and musings, waking up to a voice message from your best friend, being concerned and cared for, chocolate brownies sharing and a whole lot of others. That's special.

Ah. I've finally got it. After hours of staring squinty-eyed at the ceiling and the half drawn curtains and twirling my hair around my finger for a very long time - Ive finally got what constitutes 'special'. And I think I didnt mention tears anywhere in the whole long damn paragraph, did I?