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If only you were here…




If only you were here…

I’d love to cook your favorite chicken biryani’s and prove to be a caring wife.

I’d love to dress up more perfectly and beautifully, only for you.

I’d love to be your fan and umm… ahh… at your cooking experiments.

I’d love to spend my days and nights listening to you; and lessening your heartaches.

I’d love to take you out on a date and do the honors of paying the bill.

And, I’d love swap places: be the breadwinner and not just be the supporting force in your life.

If only you were here...

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Yes, my hubby dear expects these aforesaid things from me; and I really wish to translate these expectations into reality sooner than later. 
The inspiration for these 100 words stem from the book P.S. I Love You. Started reading it a couple of days back and literally speaking, I'm loving it so far.


Comments

  1. That is a beautiful book Jini! I am sure you would love it to pieces :)

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    1. Yes Bhavya!!!I I literally loved the book to pieces.

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  2. I love the book and I remember reading in 2008 and watched the movie. It's one of the most beautiful and emotional book. I'm sure the hubby must be shining sheepishly, reading this book.

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    1. Yes Vishal, the book is quite emotional, but most of all I loved the concept.

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  3. So beautifully written!! Ahhh *Love* :)

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    1. You liked it!!! Thanks a ton. Just reinforces my confidence in writing.

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  4. I loved the movie that was created for this book!

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  5. lovely book that is! ur hubby's lucky to have u as his wife!

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