On winter days, when the cold brushes my bones, I hug you tight and run my icy hands across your chest. You squirm to get out of my grasp. Laughing, mostly annoyed.
“I am cold”, I complain.
“Then do push-ups”
But all I want is to wrap you around me. Hold you close. Sit inside your skin. Is that romantic?
Let’s sulk in the rain.
Cups of Mocha Latte and a bowl full of Murukku, contemplate life as we watch our toddler put a huge rock inside his t-shirt.
“I want to have a big tummy like Mommy”, he says, eyes twinkling with mischief.
He got my eyes, but the mischievousness is definitely yours. The sound of your laughter reverberates in the damp sunroom.
I feel the warmth slowly reach my heart.
I love waking up to surprises. Like a clean living room. Toys all packed away. You surprise me with folded laundry and I surprise you with a spick and span kitchen counter.
We both have very busy mornings. The other day, you made me a burger for breakfast and left it on my desk when I was dropping our kid at the preschool. Oh, the joy I left. A burger for breakfast is the best kind of breakfast.
I love how you tell me that the Chai I make tastes good, and then proceed to fix it according to your taste. And then fix mine too, because I like your version better. 😛
Life is moving fast and no amount of #slowliving is going to make a difference. But in these moments, I feel the world slow down. There’s you and me. And of course, our little one building a space gun from Lego blocks, making farting noises for fun.
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