Dark skies and yellow lights,
Happy faces and content hearts.
Distant laughter and late night contemplation,
Slow sleep after lots of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
A lullaby by Saki. Or Mark Twain.
Sometimes a moth. Seldom a cat. Lots of tiger.
The rarely used, very organized desk.
The very, very used blanket and beloved cushion.
The missing of Amma's smell and Anna's voice.
The green mornings. Tinged with blue.
-Aditi Prasad
Written on one pleasant Parijata night, drunk on comfort and fairy lights.
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