‘What Makes You Happy?’ – Part 1

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,Β 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

Seasons: Summer – good side

There are few things as soothing to the soul as sitting on green grass in warm sunshine, not a care in the world, lazily watching cotton-wool clouds drift idly across an azure sky. If this scene is accompanied by a faint breeze infused with fragrant honeysuckle, the gentle lapping of a conveniently situated stream and a plentiful supply of cooling refreshments, then one is most likely close to experiencing the perfect summer’s day.

I’m reading an Austen novel at the moment. Who else finds whatever they’re reading influences how they’re writing?

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Ro x

‘Honeymoon’

I want to lean back in the evening breeze, against a balcony framed by the setting sun. I want to smell citrus on the air, kissed by a faint hint of tobacco. I want to feel my pulse quicken as your fingers entwine with mine, firm and sure. I want to hear the soft thrum-thrum-thrum of a guitar in the distance, weaving gently through the laughter and chatter in the street below. I want to dance with you, and for you to catch me when I stumble with a laugh, a little drunk – on excellent wine, yes, but mostly on happiness. I want you, on this warm, perfect, sultry evening. I want you, forever and always.

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Ro x