70 Days to Go

"Love me tender, love me long
Take me to your heart
For it's there that I belong
And will never part"
- Elvis Presley, Love Me Tender

I keep looking at the picture, wondering where we clicked this picture – but I cannot recall at all. So I will build a fantastical story about what it must be – I would have picked you up from Tihar on my way back from office, and we came to this cute little café for a shake. At some point, I told you that you looked absolutely stunning, and you insisted on showing me I cleaned up nice too, and that resulted in this picture.

You would have noticed today I am in the mood to build little dreams. It might be because we spent some time today looking at homes in Gurgaon. I cannot say that I absolutely loved any of the places we saw today, but I love the idea of our home to the point that I can almost picture it. Small, cozy, lit with fairy lights – and overflowing with an unnecessary number of small pillows. But that’s not what makes it fantastic. That would be you wearing an apron, and pulling out some food from the oven. 

Me standing behind you and kissing your neck. With light Indie music playing in the background.

This bit, about the kitchen, is something I am the most excited for – come our life post January. I know you have a bit of Master chef in you, and I can’t wait to see what experimentation you decide to bring to me. On the other hand, I am someone who has a limited but a very traditional culinary set of skills. But I do want to learn more, and cook for you, so how we navigate the kitchen together is something I am really looking forward to explore.

Ps. Saath janmon kam hain, mujhe saare chahiye tumhare saath.