Waiting for you at the door, I always wondered if these walls and the roof over, be the same had it not been us. Every nook and corner of the house is special and filled with choices we made. Even the ding dong you choose for someone to announce their arrival. The colors on the wall, shades finalized and rejected only to pick the one we began from. Hangings on the wall remind of a story or reason we convinced each other to get them. Oh the couch not just the cuddles, our coffees or favourite movie that we imagined on it but also the occassional intimacy we wanted. Was really a treat to watch you blush something I love feasting on.
Standing at the door imagined you making the rangolis. Well thought designs, colors that you picked so easily, occasional peek of your sexy cleavage or the curvy waist I love caressing, uff rangolis, an event I so love watching over and again. Being mesmerized at the glow on your face while you place diyas carefully at the right places, I started believing the science, sunlight make the moon glow brighter. Just then you lift your face to give me a smile so candid yet adorable for me to capture in pics.
Standing at the door, I wonder which was the happier smile, the one while I disappeared in lift or the one you gave when I appeared. I know you are happy to have me at home but you equally feel proud of I achieve. A true selfless love so hard to find yet I get in abundance. Its so pure that you never shied to give a hug or let me kiss even if neighbours watched us. Oh my little charming devil, you make me romance you even at the door. No wonder we can romance anytime anywhere.
