Thanks for the Love Mussu

My Sweetheart, my mistress of spices, My Alice from the Wonderland, you mean my world for me. Of all the fairy tales, I’ve never read, I find living them in you. Thanks for making me live a fairy tale.

It has been a ‘I’ centered life the I in me has been used to, with the other characters assuming there importance in relation to this I. & then you come, not to change it, but to make me discover beyond ‘I’, to make me see the hidden more beautiful existence of myself. Thanks for making me discover all I had missed.

I lived for being sincere – to love anyone with sincerity for that is what I knew. It was derived, not earned. You changed that. I love you not for what you mean to me, I love you for who you are. & I live a special moment every moment knowing you love me back. Thanks for stirring up my passion for life and love.

I was lonely, among friends and family and the paraphernalia. But not with you, hold me before I need the hug, you put your lips to me before I utter a useless word. Thanks for understanding me like no one has done before.

There are reasons more than I may count on why I love you. I need you, I respect you, I want to be lost in you. But then Mussu, my love, Thanks for all the love that you have filled me with. Thanks for loving me back, Thanks for all the coconuts I get for saying I Love You! Keep doing it for the rest of my life

Mussu

When I write to you, the first one I miss is you, and the 2nd one a pen and a paper - the very essence of a good old fashioned love story. But why be old fashioned when we can discover and discover again all over again?
The atheist in me shunned religion till you made me a devotee of yours. I know you hate the concept of purity and the accompanied divinity, but my sweetheart bear with me, I will but soon compare you to Gandhi. Who said love letters had to be not so cruel :)
Yes, we met by chance, and chance was the destiny in disguise. I desired and conspired but it was you who inspired me to say the words on mobile (Oh yes, we are the new age chaps). My discomfort, my awkward green grass blue sky moment, is all but forgotten and archived, all I see is the blue nailpaint that adored your feet and some bit of mine. The ladel, the gems, the pigeon talks and crow crooning, the empty street and the feeble attempt at languages - images from dateless nights as I ensured you were charmed to be the better half I desired for.
What did I see in you when I had not even seen you? Ask the poet who wrote love is blind, the stupid one did not realise, eyes do not feel.
My Sweetheart, I swear on all the coconuts to have ever come on this earth, I am smitten by you like no eyes could ever be.