I hate flights but love travelling; the thought of escaping into faraway places fills me with so much joy.

In my everyday thoughts, I relish morning walks—solo, with a friend, my partner, including you, stranger!

I was never a foodie until I became one a decade ago. Since I thrive on eating. Prefer vegetarian but game for Husband’s chicken biryani any day. I successfully gave up fish six years ago when I got a pet fish home. He was a blue beta called Breezo.

I have been skinny all my life, and you may hate that about me. Because when you mention it, trust me, you will, instead of feeling embarrassed or awkward, be coy about it. Even smug. I cannot help it. It would have worked, before perhaps, when I was little. Now I feel [you are fat; I am not] blessed.

I can be with myself for any length of time without complaining, but with people, I prefer it short. A maximum of 2 hours. 3 hours and I’m really stretching it. If I had spent more than that, it means you are a special egg. To me.

I have come to worship trees more than religion or unseen gods. Before you question my faith, try feeling their pulse through the rough barks. Its nothing short of electrifying. And you may like to know that I fancy leaves more than flowers. But if you must, you may buy me some twilight Gerberas and chances are, I will hug you.

I draw comfort in knowing there’s an infinite intelligence out there, and I can tap into it by actually going deeper into my silence. That voice within me has the answers to my every question. I only have to listen.

I could go on, but who am I kidding?! I am imagining you. There’s no one here. Except maybe you really are!