Am I Wierd?
I love small and dull houses, I love verandas in those houses and I love trees in front of those verandas, am I wierd?
I love connecting with people, I love deep conversations and I love drinking hot tea, am I wierd?
I love to peek through open windows, I love listening to the birds' tweets and I love to smell petrichor, am I weird?
I love to chat with hawkers, gaurds and child labourers, I love to make an eye contact and share a smile with passers-bys, am I weird?
I love imperfections, I love rawness and I love to fight and then patch up, am I wierd?
I love to play with kids, I love their confrontation for sinless desires and I love their intense rejoice after accomplishing minor triumphs, am I wierd?
I love to place things at odd places, I love to forget where I kept the things and I love to mess up the house while looking for them, am I wierd?
I love family over friends, I love to express my feelings and I love my privacy to be disturbed by my dear ones, am I wierd?
I love to pick call on first bell, when missed I love to callback as soon as possible and I love to talk aloud, am I wierd?
I love old books, I love poetry and I love writing letters, am I wierd?
I love being nostalgic, I love to see old photo albums and I love to laugh and cry while remembering the memories associated with them, am I wierd?