Dreams on Fire

I miss mommy!
I miss driving my bike!
I don't want to cook my food and do the dishes.
I want to eat all the sugary stuff and not worry about becoming fat.
I positively don't want to be doing my laundry, especially not once in 2 weeks.
I want to play literature with Mad and call her Nehru.
I want to eat Bhel Puri and cone ice at Anand Bakery.
I want to hang out at Dappy's with the foosas and pull her cat's tail till it snarls at me.
I want sleepless weekends at ATn watching old Kamal movies.
I want junk jewelry from Pondy Bazaar platform shops.
I want samosa channa at Hot Chips after that.
I want the Holi of 2002.
I miss my lazy evening strolls.
But I do like what I have halfway across the world now.

I thought I'd get here earlier than in 5 years. But, what the heck - this is my 200th post and I don't have anything better to write than what I am currently dreaming / craving/ missing.

PS: The title because as I wrote down this post, I could almost listen to a completely off-key version of the song from Slumdog in my head.

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