My security blanket

It's you. Yes you! Of course, you irritate the hell out of me (by giving me solutions when I only want a sympathetic ear). You make me angry (yeah I know it's not particularly hard, but..). You make me roll my eyes at you (when you say you don't notice other girls). You make me impatient (when I ask you to tell me a film's story and instead of wrapping it up in a paragraph, you go on and on describing every scene). You get on my nerves (with your loud reactions). You make me sulk (for not calling me enough times in a day/for calling too much). But there is something you do that makes my heart sing.

You make me beautiful, loved and happy. You make me all these things and more. But more than anything else, when I rest my head on the pillow at night, you make me feel secure. And here's why:

-- Walking in malls. Scoffing at the outrageous prices. Guessing a clutch at Zara to be priced at Rs 500, only to open it and see the Rs 5,500 price tag. Making a hasty exit laughing at the absurdity of it all (I know you fear if we stay any longer, I might actually buy it).

-- Eating out. You asking me to decide what we shall eat (sometimes, making me mad at you for always putting me to the task).

-- A movie of my choice on Saturdays. At a theatre of my choice.

-- Telling me secrets I should not be told (like what happens at a boys' night out).

-- Never hanging up without saying 'I love you'. Even when we (read: I) fight.

-- Buying me books. Lots of them :)

-- Forgiving me even before I say sorry. And not sulk about it later.

-- The thought 'How am I looking?' not crossing even once through my mind when I am with you.

-- Those companionable silences.

-- Laughing at my jokes. However lame they may be.

-- Always taking my side when I tell you about my catfights with other girls (though really, you have no other option).

-- Taking care of my phone/Internet bills every month.

-- Those amazing, at-the-speed-of-light calculations you provide (how much change I should get back, what does 23% off on a Rs1,295 purse translate to, etc. etc.) when I am shopping.

-- For being the rock. Not on my finger, but in my life.

There are things that can't be penned down. For everything else, there's The Blog!

Till then Ciaaooo!

P.S.: In case, anybody's wondering about the pic, then no, I am not blonde. I flicked it off apna pyaara Google.