On a day like today

So last night I dreamt that I was dying, and instead of getting all paranoid and scared I calmly reflected back on the things that I would miss if I died, say right now…

I will miss waking up next to my pair of expensive shoes, staring at them lovingly first thing in the morning, hugging them and going back to sleep…
I will miss my solitary walks, with the music playing on my ipod and random thoughts running through my indulgent mind…
I will miss the first feel of the warm shower after a long hard day (well, a long day… haven’t really had a hard day in a long time)…
I will miss munching on junk food while I watched umpteenth reruns of FRIENDS on my laptop or read a no-brainer Chetan Bhagat type book…
I will also miss struggling through “classics” or so called “good books” and wonder why they became so acclaimed but then it will all be worth it when my dad breaks into an appreciative smile when I tell him that, “See, I did read so-and-so book”…
I will miss the million dollar look on my mom’s face when I bring her tea after she is back from work and how quickly that look changes into pain when she tastes it…
I will miss being photographed… and then again, I will miss cribbing about how hideous I look in snaps (or in real life)…
I will miss sitting through nail-biting finishes in a high scoring cricket match (and no, T20 is NOT cricket) when India finally wins chasing down a huge score…
I will miss the people in my life- there aren’t too many, but the few that are there, I will really really miss them…
I will miss the late night auto rides, a little high, a little tired as I lean against someone and he brushes the hair off my face…
I will miss the memories and the embarrassment when someone catches me smiling vacuously for no apparent reason…
I will miss text messages…

And I will also miss reading random blogs and stealing their ideas…