The things i love about being alive

the smell after and during rain
sitting on a swing at dusk listening to the 7pm prayer from a nearby mosque
toddlers laughing
smell of baby heads
baby's hands holding my thumb
waking up from a late evening nap to hear my mom cooking in the kitchen, smelling the familiar smell of garlic tossed into hot oil
lounging most unfashionably in a friends house, surrounded by good friends. being content keeping lazily silent in the midst of their funny banter
sweating after badminton
girl friend's loosing their temper at the guys during frizbee games
sitting by the opened balcony with hot milo and a good book on a rainy day
long phone conversations with good friends
making people laugh.esp about myself.
hammering bush.
having breakfast with dad. him reading the papers. me reading the papers too.
playing drums with friends on various instruments
playing piano
making fun of brother.
feeding people.
feeling like that world is yours to take.
mango lassi.
grandma's hug.
eating the same fish dish at different restaurants throughout pg with the same bunch of friends for several weeks
football on a rainy day in a muddy field
being forced to go dancing by peer pressure.
making cookies for cny
driving alone on a cool night, music blasting and windows down