It’s not been long since I told you how I feel, somehow, I think my love borders on obsession and that being “good” obsession.The long drives. The mini vacations. The routine weekdays. The too-short weekends. The Sunday afternoon picnics. The movie marathons. Namdhari salads. Walking around malls. Food World shopping. The trip to Coorg. Early morning walk to the river bed. Dancing to Bollywood music. Drinking and giggling about nothing. Our songs, my tune and your lyrics. Mush flicks. Action movies. You trying to watch 27 dresses. Me trying to understand cricket. The numerous juices at the juice shop. Walking in that dark street talking about each others day. Crazy workouts together in the gym. Talking about diet. Getting drenched in the rain. Gazing at the city lights.
It’s been fun. It’s been awesome. It’s been crazy. And just like that, it’s been well over 12years years. And somehow, it doesn’t seem to be that big a deal. There is so much more to come, so much more to do, and so much more to look forward to. I guess this is just the beginning after all.
P.S: Needless to say, with you, I’m one helluva happy person :)