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the smell is the most memorable of senses. I miss the waft of your scent around me. Being the early riser that you are, I miss the freshly bathed hug you gave the “night-lover” me, each morning.

living apart after marriage does take its toll on one’s inner strength. It puts life into a whole new kaleidoscope of priorities, commitments and sometimes (well most of the times) keeps you living on the edge and on the hope of a prayer that everything on the other end of the knot is going well.

I fear the times when we fail to see eye to eye with each other. That moment brings with it the crushing realization that we are, but two souls forcefully separated by the fists of fate. I cannot show you how I feel and all that we have with each other is the sound of our voices. And the memory of our smell.

when I was a child, my comfort blanket became my partner
when I was a girl, it was the worn-out teddy bear
adolescence brought with it a fake sense of rebellious independence, giving rise to just music
And now…I hug a shirt each night. Your shirt. One of the many which are carefully and lovingly piled in the back of my closet, reserved just for those days when I miss you the most.

I fall in blissful sleep taking the smell of you, in.

Goodnight my turtle dove.

i whisper, softly, to the moon, i do. for i know it's sight is shared, by you.

A

A lonely night without you..
as I hear the romantic songs of long lost lovelorners.. only your face is framed ever so clearly in front of me.

I am your turtle dove and I shall wait for thou for a thousand years.. till the stars fall from the sky..I will never prove false to you my dear.

The nights
The breeze
The sound of the seas
The sands on the shore
are endless but I love you more.

K

you are my rock, daddy
you are my rock, amma
you are my rock, kutty
you are my rock, abhi

for without you, I would be like the meandering stream, going aimlessly without any strength or power, mingling with the endless sea. thanks for being there, here and everywhere with me. for without any of you, I would be dust.

is all I live for. Is all that keeps me from breaking down completely. That one phone call from you Amma.

The love from your voice sinks into my ear and into my heart just calming me down no matter what I am going through. I wait for that moment, through all the people I do not know and do not care for even an ounce as I do for you, I wait for that ring. I wait for tomorrow. For your call.

Thank you. Thank you for everything.