I love me in all of me
I love when my mind is on a rampage and I squabble to find a place to sleep my thoughts into
I love when I spill my coffee and sigh a heavy burden as I clean it, or the time when I watch a rom-com movie and pathetically sob for the second lead
I love when I try to write something but the feeling never turns into pages so, I frantically search words after words to connect the dots
I love when a random song plays on a radio and I get all nostalgic, mushy and puff, I burst into tears
And I absolutely love when my nearly dead plant sprouts leaf of life, or the way I stumble upon a long lost memory and roll onto the floor with giggles and laughter
I love when it’s cold outside and I am wrapped up in sweater, underneath the blanket, feeling utterly disappointed to raise up, only to close the door
I love when its 3 am and wail of anguish floods form my eyes and I try to brush it off playing cool, surrendering to sleep
I love when some chores on Sunday afternoon become a long session of ballad, while they are just series of puttering on any regular day
And I love it when I get all excited only to forget what I was about to say and fall into slumber of thoughts
But I love all of it even more when I recollect all of life on a warm summer night with a glass of sweet, bitter wine and fill the pages with memoirs.
-uminonami , diary of thoughts
-smriti







