Children

If you ask me right now what I miss most about home, I'll probably throw out a lot of random stuff like Mohammadi nihaari, my old friends, and going with my old friends to eat Mohammadi nihaari, and so on. But truth be told - one of the things I get really nostalgic for is the time I spent with my baby cousins!

Children are awesome, aren't they? Masha Allah, they're Allah's bow-tied gifts - little fairies and cherubs they are. They curl their palms around your finger and lead you into their own little worlds, and you wonder why in the name of hell on earth you ever got down or depressed. I've spent so many hours playing games with my cousins, and not as somebody older, but literally as one of them. lol...people who swore on my being a sober guy would glance in and wonder if I had completely lost my mind. One day, my chacha actually got mad at me, saying, "Duffer, ab tumhari umar hai is tarah bachon ke saath khelnay ki?"

But I couldn't help it. It's an addiction. If you've spent time with kids, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about, and if you haven't...well buddy, you've missed out on a lot. Kids have healing in them - that's just the way it is. They take away worries, misery, and dark brooding thoughts. I look at them and their innocence, and I feel cleansed. I also wonder why the heck I always wanted to grow up when I was a kid.

Of course, for all this exciting stuff to happen, the kids have to be good, well-mannered ones. If you're stuck with a couple of spoiled brats who slap your face just to see how you react...well, being cleansed and reborn is probably going to be the last thing on your mind.