Thursday, May 16, 2013

My day was made

While waiting for my friend in the mall, I heard faint, tuneful whistling.
When I turned to look at the whistler, I was delighted to see a spry, white haired lady, perhaps in her early sixties, whistling merrily as she made her way.

Gladdened my heart, her whistling!
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9 comments:

  1. UnknownMay 17, 2013 at 11:15 PM

    Lovely :) But 60s is dangerously close to our age Dippy - sounds scary . When you reach that age I suppose you can do pretty much anything .

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  2. dipaliMay 17, 2013 at 11:26 PM

    @ Mallika: And why not, pray??? Whistling is good for the soul:)

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  3. OrangeJammiesJune 7, 2013 at 5:17 AM

    I love this! Your little recording of the incident made mine. :) Thanks, Dipali.

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  4. AnonymousJune 7, 2013 at 7:49 AM

    whistling never goes out of fashion and the likes of me are doomed to struggle a sputtering mess. I can't shake the image of this lovely lady of yours -- she's whistling "Yeh shaam mastani" in my sepia version. How far off am I?

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  5. dipaliJune 7, 2013 at 9:17 AM

    @OJ: Thanks:)
    @thelastbyte: I still remember the day I finally managed to whistle, after months of abortive attempts!
    I'v forgotten what she was actually whistling, but Yeh Shaam Mastaani sounds good- let me try murdering it now:)

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  6. SUR NOTESJune 17, 2013 at 4:02 PM

    My entire being is gladdened, by your post.

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  7. dipaliJune 18, 2013 at 4:07 PM

    @SUR NOTES: Thank you:):):)

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  8. SueJune 29, 2013 at 11:31 PM

    *whistles her appreciation*

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  9. dipaliJune 30, 2013 at 4:00 PM

    @Sue: Whistles right back:)

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