While re-reading a book, that magical remembrance of the ambience and place in which you read the book the first time.. The staircase in grandparents’ home, the basement of a hostel bar, a window facing table in a chinese restaurant on new years eve, the top of the water tank in the terrace, the glow of the night lamp and the sound of the raindrops on a quiet night..and many more. Little moments of joy still safely secured in the corners of my mind, unshaken despite the disturbances and turbulences of life otherwise

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  1. P Says:

    That happens to me with music. 🙂


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