I miss

• Driving down roads - crowded or otherwise
• Watching countless episodes of a sitcom - back to back
• Polishing my silver earrings and bangles
• Painting my toe nails
• Laughing with my folks
• Scanning the piles of books in the pavement shops till the book beckons and finds me
• Pink colored bubble gum that came in a pink and blue wrapper. Before Boomer. 
• Shopping for saris for mom
• Drama - in all forms and sizes 
• Listening to my grandmom's stories
• Attending random film fests in the city
• The insanity of my hostel days
• Not having friends around me all the time
• The magic of comforting conversations 
• Writing, simply.( I seem to resort to boring lists very often these days) 
• Having time to think, make up, wonder
• Talking to you, you, you and you!
• The woods
• Hmm...appreciation.
• Playing hot hands
• Reading poetry
• Eating out, travelling, eating out, travelling. 
• Looking at the moon.

Gosh. It's plain and clear, a six day work week is injurious to health.