My Night of Dreams

Slowly strumming the strings of a guitar, by the beach on a starry night, with the waves rhyming their arrival with your tune, the wind carelessly loud and the bonfire with lovers sitting in a circle around it, makes your heart sing in joy. A cozy atmosphere spreads and makes everything warm. Your mood lightens, laughter gets carefree, and a strange feeling of content seeps in. You hold your partner closer, hand in hands inside a thin sheet wrapped around the both of you like a cocoon protecting you from outside interference. Gentle playfulness and a hint of naughty romance fills your mind. The entire scenario is of young love at its supreme away from the worldly worries and tensions, completely intoxicated by themselves. And this is my night of dreams.

I will always feel bad for FRIENDS

It’s been over 5 times that I have seen all 10 seasons of friends back to back, and yet every time I see the end of it, a little piece of my heart breaks. I do not know if it’s just me, or the characters in the show, but they always become a part of me when I am watching. Every single time they grow as people from one season to another, yet making stupid mistakes and realizing them later. I cannot compare the joy it gives me when I see the smile on Joey’s face when he see’s pizza or the way Monica gets obsessed with things. There are little things of the show that I carry on in my mind after I finish watching, laughing for no reason apparently, and have a joyous feeling of them always being there with me as my FRIENDS.