Freya Dasgupta: Teeth sinking into soft, yum dark chocolate. Smell of gooey nutty fudge brownies. First drag of a cigarette. The aroma of steaming mutton curry. Thick rich taste of early morning coffee. Yellowing pages of old books. Fountain pens. Beautiful Arabic calligraphy. Smell of new books. Green. Miles and miles of blue. Old ships. Little puppies. White mice. Big, warm dogs. Cuddles. Grandma. Stealing achaar. Men in white reading namaz all in a row. Things I write getting published. Shopping spree. Clothes that fit. Wet grass. Rain. Flowers. Musical high. Having faith. Being trusted. Being of help. Giving. Happiness.