hand written letters, shoulder massages, chiffon dupattas, anklets, scented hand creams, cute ankle socks, loyalty, holding hands on a chilly evening, iqbal’s poetry, wearing my favorite gold jhumkay every eid before I ask baba for eidi, black coffee, anne hathaway films —

head on the shoulder of a loved one while we watch sunrise by the sea, the “F” pendant I’m always wearing, The Smiths but also mehdi hassan, anything by junaid jamshed, a new born’s little toes, smiling at anyone and everyone, vanilla scented candles—

reading while curled in a blanket, the smell of rain, forehead kisses, McDonald’s after a long night of dancing to music I don’t like, white oats, cookie dough, mushrooms, his smile, manicures, pedicures—

long drives on the ring road with abrar ul haq’s “saanu tere naal pyar hogaya hai” blasting through the speakers — 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦