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.

Slipping into clean sheets in my warm bed at the end of an exhausting day, and falling asleep knowing I am completely safe with the person I trust most in the world by my side.

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I found this question someplace and thought I would use it as a prompt to try to write an evocative answer. It was quite fun. I put ‘part 1’ as there are too many things that fit this category so there will definitely be more parts!

Thanks for stopping by 🙂

Ro x