"Have you ever been in love?"
Asked one of my colleagues
And a faint memory
steered before my eyes.
Having a coffee in my hand
Before I even get up from the bed
"Rise and shine" says mom like a daily rite.
Isn't that love?
As the clock strikes nine,
My phone does ring,
With a tensed father on the other end,
Isn't that love ?
Teasing me throughout the day ,
Only to end up sharing the last soufflé,
Covering me with a blanket as I sleep
Isn't that love ?
Miles apart,A few calls,
Yet calling me first
To share the milestones and the mishaps,
Isn't that love?
"Sure"
I replied.
'Cause love doesn't always have to be romantic
Perhaps love doesn't have to be with one person.
