Late nights in office.
Lazy evenings spent at the bamboo groove, with the slow, lazy wind in my hair.
Deadlines.
Pizza with extra cheese and melt-in-the-mouth kebabs.
Walking home on a Saturday evening.
Freshly laundered clothes.
Planning a perfect surprise. Watching his eyes light up like a five-year-old on Christmas morning.
My first Production Checkout, and the party afterwards.
Old Love and new.
And the realisation that in moments of utter chaoes you find peace.