The week that was.

Late nights in office.
Lazy evenings spent at the bamboo groove, with the slow, lazy wind in my hair.
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.

Saturday morning

I woke up today to find it raining outside. I stayed awake for a long time listening to the rain outside. The gentle pittar-patter of the rain soothing my troubled soul. There was a song playing in my head and pictures in my mind. Once again, my world seemed to make perfect sense. I was at peace.

I had forgotten I could feel that way.