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They say daisies mean true love.

I remember running through a field, picking up every daisy I found, and making a flower crown out of them. The strong smell of the flowers surrounding me would stay with me, even in the city. In my nose, my hair, my mind. It was always present. ‘Till this day. 

‘Your favourite time of the day?’

‘Dusk and dawn.’

‘Why?’

‘That’s when the Sun is the most gentle. It awakes you, throwing beams into your eyes, or, it bids you adieu while you’re wrapping up your evening walk. It’s always with you, always caressing you.’

Water was always calming to me, Its sound, the usual coolness, the salty smell.

It is bringing peace.