Comfort is a fluid that shifts and moves. The slow rise and fall of a baby's chest, as it sleeps, lost in another world! Comfort is the soft purr of a cat basking in the sun, content and at peace. The saree draped around you, the clothe that you slip into. Ask pessimists, they will tell you the comfort of teetering on the brink of hope, one foot dangling from the cliff! They attest, there is comfort even in tragedy! It is the lyric that catches your soul, the song that plays on. The sand between your toes, the showers that drench you, the colour in your cheeks, the universe in your eyes, a clump of wildflowers. It nestles between the pages, in the lull of thoughts and peers from the memories bygone.