Lonely black bindis on the corner of your mirror that reminds you of the forehead you kissed dearly.
Collection of Pablo Neruda poems that first drive your interest towards poetry and then inevitably make you fall in love with it.
Some brilliant ideas – “Can’t find the belt, is it? Use the USB cable.”
The recipe to a perfect Chai – 3 cups of milk, 2 teaspoons of sugar, 1 Elaichi, few small chopped pieces of ginger and wisps of smoke that fill the air with the soothing sound of a rainy day.
A new inability to date or kiss.
A tissue once passed secretively from under a table with a sketch of a hand holding the shape of a heart that could never wipe the tears of this memory.
Gallery full of sky pictures in all it’s shades, because there was nothing you spoke this passionately about.
Money.
For the next three generations.
“Maya” and “Summer”, one that wraps it’s tiny little arms around you while the other rests it’s paw gently.
Two children that were not your sole responsibility.
Whatsapp stickers that forms your whole personality for a phase.
Dark scars on your left shoulder that have spoken fictional stories to everybody who questioned it, making you question if he was a lover in the first place.
One designated toothbrush lingering in a corner, waiting to be used.
Multiple phrases “Correct” “I support” “I say”, that unknowingly fumbled out of your mouth so often, that your colleague picked it up during a conversation.
A love of a lifetime in 12 handwritten letters, all of which started with “Dearest” and ended with “All yours”
And then, You.