It is about owning that tiny piece of the sky, that tiny patch of the grass, And that beautiful sunset, across that tiny pond,

And she approved the only criterion in our home, Try becoming a better human, please, Money and everything else will come and go, But don’t leave the goodness,

I sat there, the entire day, with the banana bread breakfast we had just made, My roommate just stopped me and said, Here, let me make chai for you, and we talked about something, I don’t know what, But I had to go meet a friend, and say few goodbyes, But I could not yet, I wanted to stay there, stay there around with her, With the doggo occasionally moving a bit, my roommate’s daughter visiting us to share a souvenir, I think we did not do much, just calmly sitting around there, Looking at the grass being, the fresh smell, the sun, kinder today,

I don’t remember the exact conversations though, but I remember how it felt when we went to the shore to collect sea shells and bought a book, and had an ice cream at the old shop, how that lady curled the ribbon just for me,

I just stumbled upon a thought, sometime during the day, it was amazing because all those relationships, all those bonds, we formed, living together, with all these friends, I have now, I had then, was for no reason, everyone was equal, their standing being represented because of what they had done, I know such a utopian world, my existence, our co-existence, and our bonds, were dependent on each other, not where we came from,