There is this particular moment in my day. A little before dawn, with orange arteries spreading through a dark blue sky. There are few particular songs that I scroll down to on my phone playlist. Some old, some new. There is this particular attire that feels like second skin. An old, faded grey t-shirt and powder blue shorts. There is a particular nook I settle into. Sitting cross-legged on the wide parapet wall of the terrace. There is a motley group of particular companions. Birds on electric wires, a cow with magnificent horns lying on the side street, few early risers. There is this particular wind. Not a breeze, but a brisk wind, that feels pleasantly cool on bare skin and untames my hair.
And there is this particular person I think about.
Dialect of Heart 
I can almost feel what you felt while penning down this. I have nominated your blog for the Liebster Award (http://natasha-pointstoponder.blogspot.in/2013/09/the-liebster-nomination-chain-blog-award.html). I know you have already been nominated for this but still I had to. take care girl.