I love how grandparents walk the little ones to school and back,
I love those hours of talking nonsense with siblings,
I love the rickshaw rides to the local market,
I love those silly fights over who loves whom the most,
I love those endless chats with mom, sitting over the kitchen slab,
I love the games we play during long power cuts,
I love the way fathers carry sleepy babies to their room,
I love the banter during a family get together,
I love the giggling at the street food joints,
I love the neighbors bonding, sitting by the main gates,
I love that craze of clicking numerous pictures with friends,
I love the pampering the youngest gets, just everywhere,
I love the leg pulling by the elders, at a family function,
I love the aroma of the simplest home cooked food,
I love it when the post brings a letter from a dear one,
I love the excited voice of a long lost buddy, over the phone,
I love the "i hate you" by our closest friends,
I love being loved by my precious few,
I love how the sweet shop salesman offers candies to naughty kids,
I love watching people see off their loved ones every morning,
I love the way strangers smile randomly at each other, as they pass by,
I love the grin on the maid's face when she gets a diwali bonus,
I love the parks brimming with life in the evenings,
I love the sharing of lunchboxes at the workplace,
I love the sound of the bell the candy floss guy rings,
I love watching children play badminton on the streets,
I love when people get choked up in emotions and can't speak,
I love the sound of a new born crying,
I love the sound of rain drops falling on concrete,
I love the smell of the soil during monsoons,
I love the rustling of the leaves on a hot summer day,
I love the discolored naked trees during the fall,
I love the spilled colors on the drawing books,
I love the sloppy handwriting of childhood,
I love the smell of old, torn books stacked in cupboards,
I love that chocolate powder smiley on my coffee,
I love the untidy hair buns and those empty eyes,
I love imagining myself to be a part of the song I have been listening to,
I love the restlessness right before the movie begins,
I love getting my hair braided by mom,
I love those short outings to the India Gate,
I love aimless long drives that take you nowhere,
I love looking at all the old and blurry pictures,
I love that feeling of the first self cooked Maggie,
I love checking out a 100 shops and buying just that one dress,
I love the spontaneous conversation with a fellow passenger,
I love that feeling of watching my favorite people on TV,
I love that happiness of getting a new nail polish,
I love the little stop overs during a long journey,
I love getting surprised by my special people,
I love writing cards and giving presents on birthdays,
I love waiting for that exam result with jitters,
I love the satisfaction on seeing my parents proud of me,
I love the bumping into our old teachers, years later,
I love the morning prayer that reminds me of my school,
I love the red uniforms and the well tied ties,
I love the countless birthday treats round the year,
I love sleeping till late on the weekend,
I love the Monday morning blues,
I love that feeling of being ecstatic on being home,
I love that impatience nearing vacations,
I love those sips of chilled frooti to beat the heat,
I love the charm of old advertisements,
I love looking out of the car window aimlessly,
I love kissing the cool breeze on a cold winter night,
I love gazing at the moon endlessly, lost in thoughts,
I love the tears of joy and the pained smiles,
I love unkempt beds and spread out books,
I love lying down and staring at nothing,
I love the way I don't let go of a chance to express myself,
I love the way I hate and love myself at the same time,
I love the way I imagine things the way I want to,
I love missing the times gone by,
I love being so overwhelmed that I smile and cry together,
I love the ramblings of my silent surroundings,
I love being organized yet very random,
I love my complexities in spite of being simple,
I love the peace within when its chaotic outside,
I love the most insignificant things in life,
I love how they touch you deep down in ways many,
I see, I hear, I understand, I observe, I ponder,
And I love how money can't buy the purest forms of joy! :)
R
