OF LOVE AND THE SQUIRREL-
for the endless cups of canteen chai
and your lovely smile,
for the innumerable “thik hai thik hai”s
and the cute “haidi kidi”s,
for the countless suttas
and the smoky evenings,
for the “orginaal” pumas
and your really hot socks,
for the dreamy plans of Paris
and the locks of hair on your face,
for the cheesy hindi dialogues
and the “tujko mirchi lagi toh”s
for the soft hands and beautiful eyes,
for you...
had it not been for you honey, i wouldn’t have ever known what it really means to be in love...had it not been for your warmth, my life would have been forever cold...
it means the world to me and more to say I love you...time and time again, for each day with each passing moment, I love you more, more and even more...
“the book of love has music in it,
In fact that’s where music comes from,
Some of its just transcedental, some of its just really dumb,
But I love it when you sing to me,
And you...you can sing anything...”
