What does Love feel like?

Love feels like

Those twinkling eyes

Full of mischief

Waiting to receive me

Love feels like

The bags of medication

You pick up 

When you get to know, am ill

Love feels like

Taste of Betadine

That is used to gargle 

When my throat is sore

Love feels like

All those little white lies

Which you utter

and we both know what they are

Love feels like

Sitting beside you

And looking out of that window

Into nothing specific, may be just a dump yard

Love feels like

That soft call in the middle of the night

When I have slowly gathered

The entire bedspread to my side

Love feels like

That voice that tells me

You snored but I am okay with it

When I know how you hate it

Love feels like

You waking up

At the slightest noise

When I come into the room

Love feels like

The gleam on your face

When you see the sparkle of my pendant

at the breakfast table

Love feels like

That touch of your palms

On my aching back

When I complain of pain

Love feels like

All the little things you do

To put a smile on my face

Without expecting anything in return

The final blow

You drew memories in my mind

I could never erase

You painted colors in my heart

I could never replace

I didn’t see this coming

But you knew all along

Nudging me to get there

Inch by inch

How could you roll up all those little punches

Into one massive blow

Tossing me into infinite numbness

Breathless, Worthless

Our pacts forgotten

Winning hands down

Willing to let go

Tumbling the crazy hormones out of control

Well timed, well aimed

Murderous, monstrous

Lethal

The final blow.

Tiny Therapist

Its her birthday today and she turns six. 

The most adored one in our entire family.  Youngest of the lot.   My sister’s daughter Nidhi.

Having seen three boys grow up in the family, mine and my brothers non-identical twins, Nidhi was a breath of fresh air for all of us.  She is a real bundle of Joy and a cutie-pie.

Most people who see us together, cannot resist mentioning our resemblance, mostly mistaken for mom- daughter duo. I call my niece  Nidhu and she calls me Vinsu.

A couple of days back, my sister couldn’t hold her enthusiasm in her voice, when she called me.

A HR recruiter by profession, my sister quit her day job at an IT organization after Nidhi’s arrival and became a work from home consultant.  Now she is looking at restarting her corporate career and is slowly making Nidhi understand that when she comes back from school, she may have to stay with a nanny until my sister returns from work.

Nidhi wasn’t happy.  Period.

The drama queen she is, apparently told my sister, that she will miss Amma, she will be scared if Amma is not home.  My sister thought she was almost successful in convincing Nidhi about this nanny stuff after long conversations and justifications ideal for a 6 year old.

Finally Nidhi has one condition.

Okay Amma, I will stay with which ever Akka you ask me to, but make sure you get me someone like Vinsu.

How do you like that?

My sister’s question to me “ How do I find someone like you Chechi?”

This is therapy finding its way to me.