I have never wanted to be in a particular place at a given time as badly as I do right now.
I love the rain swept terrace and midnight storms.
I love lolla. I love talking about PABs.
I love playing football, I love watching our football players.
I love thinking about what was, and what could have been.
I love wednesday Biryani.
I love it when Shankar is around.
I love mellow evenings and vela bahaar.
I love the maggie that Blackie cooks for me.
I love chatting with the person next door to me through the wall.
I love sneaking into BH1.
I love trying to look nice in the morning.
I love not knowing what is going to happen next.
I love trying and failing to run to Shameerpet every day.
I love water fights and Apdi Podu.
I love stockpiling during prohibition.
I love the fights, the accusations and the controversies.
I love not caring, while acknowledging how much I love and need it all.
I love my life. And I will not stop being grateful. (and I am counting the days till Sunday)
Boom De Yada!