Four months

So four months haan!

If you ask me, I’d say the theme for the last couple of months has been Settling In. Things don’t seem uncertain anymore. I am more assured of you as my companion. There’s a sense of calm and relief that I experience now regarding us.

Things about you I love:
- Honesty
- Confidence
- Frankness
- Smartness
- Wit
- Understanding (to some extent)
- Openness

Things about you I do not like:
Chuck ..To sleepy to write this much!

So here’s to four months..

To utho na and to sone de na
To aur kya and to kya aur kya
To the first trip together and to the first night together
To fasting together and to feeding each other
To the first beer together and to my first beer ever
To kissing amidst Mumbai traffic and to making out in flat
To the (out of pressure) transition from Fatty to Cutie
To ex-gfs and to ex-bfs, and to letting them be
To the missing tags on bags
To my I love you and to your I love you too
To the fights and to the make ups
To the umpteen kisses and to the tight hugs
To tears (mine only!) and to the laughter
To me and to you; to us
To settling in!

Indore to Bangalore

Flying from Indore to Bangalore

My heart is filled with happiness galore

‘Coz in my mind there is only one thought

The bliss in my life that this man has brought

I can’t stop blushing and smiling

As I realize that he is such a darlingI

I dream about him every night

And wake up to find that reality is just as right

I remember how in 180 seconds he came running to me

And asked me to sit with him silently

He went away with on my hair a touch

It seemed like a blessing, well quite as much

He is one of those very few

Who can make me find an excitement so new

He makes me feel safe and promises that everything will be the best

And for the honesty in his eyes, assured I surely rest

He should never joke to me about other girls feeding him grapes

'Coz there is only as much jealousy a girl patiently takes

No one could be like him, no one could better him

I’ve waited long and finally found my prince charming

He is but of course, My master of words