Sunday, February 19, 2006 | 3:21 AM

I lounged against the wall, and try to tell which of the two is more relaxed, the cup of soothingly hot tea wafting gentle steam and good old memories, or the inked lines travelling leisurely over the ceramic smooth cup, conjuring up images of endless walks in fields.

There are days when all one wishes of Joy is that he be a little more experimental and adventurous in his wanderings, and a little more meticulous in exploring the world, so that he can pass more of his gifts around to more people. And that he be a little more uncertain in his travellings so that Joy comes when you least expect it.

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