..A place called Heaven.

Heaven is a heap of Pani Puri,
at a roadside vendor's.
Heaven is the smell of books that hits you when you walk into a bookstore,
and then look at a little boy in a corner read Calvin and Hobbes.
Heaven is falling asleep with a smile.
Heaven is the early morning breeze,that swishes past the Gulmohar trees and plays with my hair.
Heaven is the Earthy smell of rain.
Heaven is getting sun soaked.
Heaven is afternoon naps.
Heaven is crazy fits of laughter,for no reason.
Heaven.
    not a place,but a feeling.