Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
– Thomas Gray
- Waking up to a song/ poem playing in the mind, stumbling out the bed to quickly find a pen and paper – lest we forget! Borrowing your neighbor’s pen, finding a new diary, writing poetry after ages, and heading back to sleep again 😀
- Shampoo & conditioner days ❤
- Warm sumptuous lunch which takes you back to the good old days when mom would serve hot lunch in the afternoon – Rotli, shaak, daal, rice, salad, buttermilk, and green chutney….
- Afternoon naps …zzZzz….
- Tea in cute huge mugs! (Moroccan mint tea with fresh lemon)