The good sleep under tons of blankets, during winter...
The fragrance of incense sticks and the sound of the early namaz at the same time...
The misty sky, for which the word ‘beautiful’ is an understatement...
The blend of that perfect blue, tangy orange and the best yellow on it,that no artist could ever portray...
The turning of the sunflower towards the sun, much in the same way I turn towards you...
The flying of pigeons in unison, following an unfaltering pattern...
The sound of your voice, happily enumerating how your day sucked...
The warm taste of chocolate, after i have cried your heart out, with no fault of mine...
The scene when the rain meets the unlimited soil, hugging it as tightly as it can...
The scolding of my mom, showing the amount of care with every increasing decibel...
The success of doing that work, which i thought to impossible to be done by me (cooking)...
The infinite (raise to the power infinity) love of papa, accepting me the way I am...
The full moon, with stars as its partners, in the endless velvety sky...
The food on the table, my favourite, emitting its mouth watering aroma...
The imagination of how you might look like, when I’ll say I love you...
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