Like my father used to say all the time; at the end of the day your life is just a set of marathon movie. You either make it boring or worth the time watching.
I sure don’t know if it’s good or a bad thing, but I can tell you one thing though; this life of mine ain’t boring at all.
Thing is with life, when the storms hit us hard, we all need something constant to hold on and keep our sanity in check.
Don’t you agree?
For me, that role is one thing my husband’s been playing so damn well all these days as my support system.
So hush, yaar? This posting is for you, mera Jaan, who keeps me from going crazy and help me pull myself together, no matter how scattered I may seem time to time.
I may not say it as often as I would like, but know this; for that laugh we share when we watch Penny slept with Raj in that BBT we love so much, for the warmth of your arms when I snuggle while crying for all silly reason they may all seem now, for the smile in me when you agreed as I insisted on that mutton biriyani that make us look for garlic afterwards, for the drawings of memories that won’t fade ; I’ m grateful, for you.