Motes of dust floating happily in sun lit corridors
thinly sliced onions
the smell of ghee and onions frying
baked potatoes and chicken
Thin crust cheese and pepperoni pizza
Rasam with spices drowning inside it
coffee mugs – enough said.
bookshelves with old leather bound books
finding old letters, bills and tickets in borrowed copies of books
the first sip of tea very early in the morning
waking up early and not feeling sleepy
waking up early to find the house really quiet
early morning breeze
the smell of cuticura
the smell of sandalwood incense
coming back to an empty home
watching it rain outside
finding old pencils sharpened at both ends
reading things you wrote as a child
stationery shops
watching a former friend from a distance and not talking to them
old and antique-y coffee shops
London and its small towns as shown in the movies
traveling alone in a train
everybody around you reading quietly or sleeping
hot water baths after getting drenched in cruel rain
making people laugh without intending to
sleeping on warm bedspreads on cold nights and waking up only in the morning
sleeping after a bath in the noon
when menstrual cramps are calming down
reading long letters from lovers
a published post
your 100th published post
