A few stolen days in Coonoor with the people who feel most like home. The hills dressed in jacarandas, the train ride through the clouds and of course, Moddy’s hot chocolate which I will continue to insist is the best in the country.

And a birthday eve that wasn’t even planned. Warm strangers turned new friends, stories under the starlit sky, and the kind of laughter that catches you off guard.

At some point, one of them asked me, almost casually, what this “new year” of mine would look like. What was the plan? What would I do differently? I didn’t have to think. There is no plan. This, right here, is the life of dreams and I intend to live it that way. Always. Forever.

I keep coming back to that answer, because I meant it more than I knew.

So quietly, deeply grateful for a life that keeps handing me joy in such abundance I sometimes forget to notice. I’m trying to. To notice more often. To say Thank you –  to the Favourite people, to the Favourite place, to a life I would not trade for any plan in the world.