She dance around the house, Jumping, skipping and twirling Catching her reflection in the mirror, And laughing at the smile on her face, Wider than ever before. The days seemed less gloomy, The air less suffocating. The world a beautiful happy place. The most boring idlis, Now the yummiest ever. And the torturous writer's block fading away; As she picked up her pen again. All because of a "How are you?" In place of the usual "Who are you?" She'd now come to expect. -Amritha Raghunath