There were dazzling lights and unicorns all over the place. And mellifluous bells which created a music so soothing that it could cure all the existing pains. The colours were fading and the shades brightening. Life becoming simpler and heart turning pink. Pink, just like of the clouds that turn up only on a few rare occasions of thunder. So this pink was like the black of thunder-clouds. It was the time when the mind and the heart, for the first time, agreed on the same thing. There was dazzle and there was magic. There was light and there was love. There was peace.

The place is known as hiraeth. I’ve been there every night and I’ve felt it every morning.

– Gursimran Kaur