love story that just began...



I pull the curtains close to find the bedroom filled with afternoon light filtered with light grey of the curtains. He snugly sleeps beside me.

 I casually look at him… his warmth and vulnerability radiating… you can almost see the halo bleeding into the light. 

I’ve been crushing on him for a while, and I can’t help but smile watching him in formals, floppy hair, rugged smile.His kisses are deep, his tea is okayish, his playlist exotic, he plays goofy, he loves, he smiles, he just looks at me and I inimitably collapse years and be sixteen and sixty at the same time… filling reams of pages with poetry… understated passion

This has been our ritual every morning, every afternoon, every evening… and I know… I did right to vow… this year… no matter what. Be Happy!

Simple things and routines that sustain my core; rituals that soften the edges and simplify the moments and reduce some of the stress I find all too easily creeps in.

Like a treasure hunter, I sift through the trunks of moments of my self; tracing the plot lines and inner narratives that in the moment never appeared connected, but from the vantage point of time, there are evident constellations.

I’ve found notes, text messages, moments, conversations, stolen kisses, lingering hugs, belly-laugh, drives and like the brilliantly lit up cities on planet earth from space… they trace the topography of life that began with one evening, lost keys and unwitting promises to be a happy one!

Of course, not without the complete blackout days which I know so well! Nevertheless, at least the outlines are shimmering!

Copyright © Neerja Yadav

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