We’re at my aunt Malika’s house today. Her kids are here, we’re gonna dance all day. So much feelings that I wish to share with you, colours can only help you understand. My brain is melting from all the unknown delicacy we had and a nostalgia from a land, a home, I’ve only visited once. 

Anything is possible, ente snehitne. 

I miss your aura, I miss you, njan ninne prmikkunnu.

How are you?

I run out of words to write, so goodbye for now