Wednesday, February 14, 2018

A note for my Valentine




Oh God, I have never done this before – never expressed my love like this. So a little anxious, for sure.

You have truly made my life beautiful and this note really can’t express it all.
But on this day of romance, let me give it a shot - a note for you my Valentine.

Do you know what you have done for me? Made me smile a lot – and that’s good for my health, too, right?

Those few hours each day when you are away from home, and as I go around my chores, a simple thought of you brings about an inadvertent smile.
And I think of all the lovely stuff that you do - all our precious little moments and mementos - that would seem so trivial but that make such a huge difference to my life.
And the work at hand suddenly becomes so much easier.

And then as I browse my phone, I suddenly click on “Gallery” and a photo of yours looks at me.
I feel my heart melting and an affectionate smile forming on my lips.

I go to the fruits vendor – and I think of all the fruits that you love.
A faint controlled smile at the corner of my lips, as I think of how you relish strawberries, grapes and so on.
And in they go into my basket – the fruits of love.

And then as I take a quick comfort bite into a piece of dark chocolate, I just can’t stop thinking of you.
For you love dark chocolate, too.
An indulgent smile escapes.

When I finally meet you again at the end of your busy day, and you rush towards me with a smile and I get that huge hug, the heart does a crazy fluttering smiling number.

Ooops, and sometimes I find myself gushing about you to others.
A coy smile here.
I feel like this totally smitten girl.

When you ask me to sit down for a chat with you or to “discuss” some “important” stuff, I couldn’t be happier for the confidence you show in me.
And with a solemn face I sit down – but you can’t see the smile within.

Oh, and whenever you approve of my outfit, I feel like a happy little girl, all flushed and grinning. A huge smile here.
And I can’t resist looking at myself again & again in the mirror – to see what I got right.

I see myself, reordering my daily priorities, trying to better my mannerisms for you.
A racing heart tells me, then, how much I love you. And I smile.

Am down in the dumps and you come up with antics to cheer me up. I can’t help but smile.
And if you are not around, your face comes to mind, I feel warm within and smile.
The smiles erase the dumps and change them to hopes.

Whenever you are even slightly unwell, the heart goes into panic mode and anxiety sets in.
But a brave smile is there for you to see.

When the arm comes around me and a sleepy “I love you” is whispered at night, I smile to myself again and with complete contentment, I drift off to my dreamland.

And when I wake up in the morning and gaze at your face, the heart fills with so much love – that it energizes me to start my day with a smile again.

As years are quickly passing by, the love is only growing. 💖

I think of you my Valentine…. And my “favourite-est” songs play in my mind like a playlist on a loop:

I Don't Want to Miss a Thing
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing, Watch you smile while you are sleeping
……. Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure
How true this song is for you and me.

Bade Acchey Lagte Hain
I love it when you join in and look at me and say “Aur Tum”

Ke Prothom Kaachey Eshechi
Don’t know how much of the words you understand, but you always emphatically say “Aami” when the lyrics come as “Ke prothom bhalobeshechi …. Tumi na Aami”.
Baby, I absolutely agree – don’t know who fell in love first – you or me.


My sweet little Valentine – you have brought a new definition to my life.
All I can say is a simple “I Love You” but you would know how deep that runs. 💝💝

P.S.: Am sure if your daddy had time, he would write a similar post. The playlist might change, some of the little moments might change. But unanimously you are our “favourite-est” Valentine.

And remember, your smile is the cutest thing in the world for us – so keep smiling our little darling.

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