I Love . . .

. . . Mitti ki sondhi sondhi khushbu.

. . . Dew drops on petals of a half open bud in the early hours of the morning.

. . . Raindrops falling on my face.

. . . Standing at the edge of the sea watching the waves wash my feet, again and again.

. . . Sitting on the roof , watching the stars shine down upon me

. . .Sitting near the hillocks of Garden court , watching Pune.

. . . Watching a baby laugh when I tickle his belly or throw him up in the air

. . . The bonding of the characters in Friends. Sp. Joey and Chandler

. . .Chandler’s pathetic P.J’s and priceless expressions

. . .Samantha’s Flamboyance (From sex and the City)

. . .The rustle of Chiffon when it rubs againt my body.

. . .The tinkling of anklets on my feet.

. . .Amitabh Bachchan’s voice when he recites the lines from Kabhi Kabhi.

. . .The earthiness of Rang Barse and Holi khele

. . .My own company. Solitude

. . .My mother’s child-like smile

. . .Old Hindi songs, specially the ones with a little classical touch to it.

. . .Gulzar’s words and jagjit Singh’s voice in ‘Shaam se ankh mein ‘from Marasim the lines – Koi Rishta Nahin Raha Phir Bhi Ek Tasveer, Lazmi Si hai.

. . .Making Candles

. . .Making Stain Glass Paintings.

. . .Being Right

. . .The thrill of being LIVE ‘On Air’

. . .The look on people’s facew when I achieve the unachievable.

. . .Listening to the world but doing my own thing

. . .French Crepe with nutella

. . .Abhishek Bachchan’s sense of Humor

. . .P.G Wodehouse specially – Jeeves.

. . . The thrill of doing the forbidden

. . .the colour turquoise