I dont know why I am doing this, for all i need to do to communicate is to pull you towards me and whisper into your ears, watching you giggle and squirm.

But you always show a look of disbeleif whenever I try to tell you why I love you so much.
Maybe its because you do not know how to handle praises heaped on you.
Or maybe you just cannot look into my eyes and listen without blushing, even after all these years.

So I have sat down, thought and penned these lines for you.
I know that you will read them a thousand times and even memorize them and blurt them out proudly whenever we talk about this adventure of mine, in the future.

I want you to know that each of these words stand testimony to the devotion I have in my heart for you, while I write them.
Closing each sentence has been a painful job, for I have so much to say. Huge paragraphs looks trifle and every full stop has much more unwritten after it.

A 'day' for me is the time between I wake up in the morning, till the moment we fall asleep in each others arms, late evening. Every 'day' I move busily about, trying to conjure up what is called a 'living'. I have my own ways of doing it-sweating, swearing, lying, cajoling.....
By evening I am neither a winner or a loser, just someone who is hopeful that the next day would be a more promising one.
As I toil within my time and space, I know that you are toiling hard,keeping my home, tending to my child and cooking me meals.
You have fought your way into this ordeal, leaving behind a very promising career, a life of great ease and togetherness of your loved ones.
You used to do so many , diverse creative things before.
Now all you do is tire yourself up and wait in the gloomy evenings for my arrival.
And then?
Nothing
You spend time till it starts all over again
Well, I leave my pain behind, in the corridor so that I dont feel guilty when I encounter your smiling face at the door.
When I feel the joy you have at my retreat.
How the apartment echoes joyful shouts for some time, happy reverberations.

Do you know how much I think about making your life better, within my limited means of course. Plans bordering on fantasies.
If I had a license
If I had a car
if I had a better job
etc...
Well, As I am writing this a 'day' is maturing under me.My fantasies are getting more colourful and reality more murky.
But I am happy, for I can anticipate the way your face will shine when you read this out, or when I read this out for you.
And I can rest assured that I am able to make your life happier, and thereby better in bits and pieces till reality embraces our fantasies