Listening to raindrops, accompanied by the shrieking wind, pounding against the window whilst I sit wrapped in the warmth of a huge blanket.
Immersing myself again and again into my favourite fictional worlds, each visit affording new discoveries.
The smell of my parents’ home as I step over the threshold, the perfect blend of spices, incense and comfort that I have never not known.
The phenomenal taste of my mother’s dal dhokli, best described as an Indian pasta dish, exploding against my tongue in all its tangy, sweet glory
Singing karaoke at the top of my lungs alongside my closest friends. Continue reading