THAT TOUCHES YOUR HEART

KABIR

"Where are my chocolates?”, I asked .
“What?”, replied Kabir, perplexed. .
“Ohh, you forgot again. Today is chocolate day” .
“Why do you eat chocolates?” .
“Because I like their bittersweet taste” .
“they are not good for health”, he replied and went back to the room. .
I would be lying if I say I didn't expect this. Kabir would have never bought chocolates for me. Kabir, my husband of two years.  Kabir is not like others, he is a different kind of different person.  He is not like the one girls dream of in fairy tales. He is not the one girls would ever fantasize about. .
Kabir is six feet two inches tall, well built and strong.  Kabir is calm, quiet, silent. He doesn't like to be around people. .
He chooses to play flute in his free time because he believes music takes him into some other world far away from reality. .
He doesn't wipe my tears when I cry while watching movies. He just snatches the phone, shuts the movie off and warns me to never watch it again. . .
He doesn't like to attend parties. With a glass of whiskey or wine he sits in the garden with old songs of Chester or Kishore Kumar playing in the background. .

Kabir doesn't know how to be a adorable cute lover. .
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Kabir doesn't know how to pamper me. He doesn't know how to flatter me. .
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But every night the time I spend with him gazing stars is the best time for me. .
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He doesn't utter a single word and his silence doesn't let me talk even. .
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There is something comforting in his silence that words were never required to be exchanged. .
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He gently holds my hand, sometimes I keep my head on his shoulder, he never reiterates. When he looks at me and smiles, I don't feel like listening to any I love you; I  don't feel like asking for any promises of forever from him. .
His eyes speak volumes. .
He doesn't know what food to order for me but very well knows the names of medicines I take.  He doesn't gift me bouquet on my birthday but always gifts me a flower so that I can keep it in my diary. .
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During my periods he doesn't ask me to take care but himself takes care of me.
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He doesn't give a me good night kiss but wakes up in the middle of the night to check if I am sleeping properly.    
He never helps me in choosing clothes for the Party but when it is cold outside he doesn't let me go out without a warm jacket.
Kabir doesn't believe in foreplay. For him it's either talk sitting next to each other or have sex.  He doesn't know how to cuddle but he kisses my forehead several times while and after making love.

He doesn't know how to talk about love,he doesn't know any cheesy lines, he doesn't know how to turn me on by touching and kissing me at places,he doesn't know how to confess love but knows how to make me feel loved.    

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He is not a reader but a good listener. Every week he buys me books he likes and during some nights he puts his head on my lap, like a small child listens to me narrating the stories inked on the paper. He raises his brows, frowns, scowls, laughs, smiles, giggles, blushes and then sleeps on my lap listeningto them.

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Kabir never asks for love. He doesn't know how to share his emotions with me. But Sometimes at midnight he rolls over to my side, snuggles up in my blanket, curls up like a small child, holds my little finger and sleeps snorting like a baby.  

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. “Where are you lost?”, he asked me. “Nowhere” He came forward and kissed me on my lips.

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“Is this the kind of bittersweet taste you were asking for?”,he asked.  I nodded and smiled.  

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I just can not stop myself for falling for him more and more every day. I am happy that he is different, my kind of different, the one who never existed in my dream land but someone from the parallel universe who taught me the new definition of love.

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