Cinderella’s shoes.

Never had he felt the warmth of her fingers before. He had anticipated it to be like the warm sun on a cold morning, something that would make him shiver and smile. He had imagined it to be like hot coffee or the softest quilt, or the rush of caffeine in his veins...

60 and in love.

"What does it feel like to be 60 and in love?" I think the question needs an answer. This is not a true story (at least not necessarily). Read to find out the story of this woman and her forever. It goes something like this: "Routine and magical. We've only been together since I turned twenty-eight but I could swear even..."

The smell of trees.

We've spoken about Agastya before, in this post - A new haircut. This poem is based on a very particular line that I wrote for him in that post. It was "He missed his people and the way they smelled like different kinds of trees." Let's talk more about that.....

A happy puppy.

He reminded me of the kind of love that drowns you. His words always felt like a push off the cliff and his touch felt more hot than warm. But then if I drowned, he'd kiss me till I could breathe again. If he pushed me off a cliff, he'd fall with me and hold me close in an embrace and take the impact....