What's your favourite weather?

For me, personally
I love hot, sunny days
Blue sky with puffy, puffy white clouds

Perfect for laundry
For washing up those thick blankies and set of bedsheets
Putting them up to dry and seeing the wind flapping them away
Reminds you of those Enid Blyton stories you used to read when you were smaller

Also perfect for just sitting outside
With a book in hand and cold Coca Cola in the other
A bowl of munchies on the table
Feet up on a stool with the breeze in your hair

Great for going out and about
With your loved ones in toll
May it be shopping or just walking around
Just to enjoy that hot sun in your face

My favourite weather is hot, sunny days
For more reasons than the ones before


What is yours?
Your favourite weather?

I hope that when you make a list of all of your favourite things, I’m somewhere on the top of your list.

Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.


In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is ******, but unbowed.


Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.


It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.

Who’s she?
A bit moody
A bit foodie
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.

Who’s she?
Sometimes strong,
Sometimes wrong,
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.

Who’s she?
Always drives me crazy,
Always she’s lazy,
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.

Who’s she?
She always make me smile,
She always distracts me with her own style,
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.

Who’s she?
Always  hungry
Sometimes angry,
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.

Who’s she?
She makes my life complete,
She makes my heart beat,
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.
                -Darsh Parekh

we are each others favourites;
no one talks first
no one talks last
but somehow
somewhere in the middle
we find each other;
maybe that's fine

My favourite day is which I spend with you,
My favourite story is "OURS",
My favourite night is in bed with you in my arms,
My favourite  morning is when you wake me with a kiss and a cup of hot coffee,
And my worst nightmare is you leaving me
13/5/2019