Loss

I fear forgetting the sound of birds in the cacophony of traffic, generators and aeroplanes. I fear not knowing the feel of rain on my face; raw and unfiltered.

Joie de vivre

Fireflies. Gajray. Crow's feet. Glitter. Laughter that originates from the pits of the belly. Sharp pencils. Yellow. Motia flower. Sea. Potatoes. Kittens. Winter. Braids. Mehndi. Cheese. Breeze. Rhinestones. Raspberry scents. Trinkets. White. Sleep. Notebooks. Writing. Intellectual humour. Little boxes to collect collectibles. Clean feet. Table tennis. Nighttime. To do lists. Weddings. Nail polish. Pencil boxes with magnetic strips. Airports. How it smells after the rain. Badminton. Babies. Socks. Rubik's cube. Horses. Lassi. Rings. Ramzan. Sunrise. Story tellers. Tall tales. Books. Physics. Greenery. Surprises. Immersion in water. Genuine people. Dahi poori with meethi chatni. Reunions. Veins. Basketball. Pashto. Afro. Running. Dreamers. Fancy pens.