Love Is

A walking stick in one hand, my chubby fingers in the other hand, for the Sunday walk and swing in the park.
Keeping up with me, with a trolley, on our monthly cruise to the bookstore.
Leaving me the last bite of your favorite chocolate barfi.
Handwritten letters, with all the scratched words left as it is.
Always keeping a spare toothbrush, for me, for all our sleepovers.
Conversations that let’s me forget my phone.
Our ugly selfies in your phone gallery.
Innumerable hugs, cute nicknames, chubby cheeks and holding hands during the not so tipsy walks.

-Sneha

In response to the prompt by @Wordsofworth on Instagram