It's 12.29 am where I am.

Tired after a long day of classes, I pick up the laptop that lies half shut on the corner of my bed. My bed is set against a wall that is covered with polaroids and handwritten notes by loved ones.

I grab my Macbook Air – as if I were holding a nothing less than a book in my hand and jump onto my comfortable bed that is stacked with a mattress pad, a mattress foam (it's thick) and my floral comforter set. (most comfortable thing EVER)

I plan on opening Netflix but within a few seconds, I mumble to myself "oh shit, I have to write an article." I don't know what to write about and my brain is too tired to come up with a meaningful topic. So, I think and think; just as I do every day before falling asleep. Nothing comes to my mind- just a few random words here and there but nothing too special. I open MS Word and begin typing random words on a new document. I check my social media a couple of times before I lose my non-existent train of thought. I stare at my laptop screen so closely that I notice every bit of dust that ever touched its surface. Zoning out; slowly and steadily my mind enters another world.

I press the start *button* of the tape recorder...kzzzzzzkrkrkrkr a string of memories starts to play.

That one time in NYC when I took the wrong subway, - ended up in on a random street, got stuck in traffic, missed my bus and left my bag in the hotel.

That one time in 11^th grade when the teacher caught me eating Roti and Bhindi in Econ class.

That time I called my best friend's landline and her grandfather answered… and I called him "aunty"? (cringe level=infinITY)

That one time I tripped on a stair and (I kid you NOT) fell on somebody's feet. (AWWWWWKWARD!)

That one time (or multiple) time/s I made stupid puns that made my friends want to question our relationship.

That one time I was singing out a cheap Bollywood song in school and didn't realize my math teacher was right behind me... laughing...

That one time I went to a night club and was stranded on the road at 3 am because "transport issues"

That one time I went to a frat party in college and disliked it so much but kept going on in the hopes that I would eventually start enjoying

...these one-timers, these "little things" always seem little at first. When you look back years later, staying up late at night in your cozy dorm room- you realize how these little moments aren't so little after all.