She sleeps for more than 12 hours
and still feels sleepy.
Some days I wonder
if her parents brought her from a panda 🐼.

She’s not hungry
when it’s normal food.
But panipuri and chocolates,
always find an extra place
in her stomach.

Sometimes she cries
without a reason.
When I ask why,
she says,
“I don’t know.
I just want to cry.”

I don’t understand it.
I don’t think i need to.

She stays awake till 1 a.m.
watching series.
But feels sleepy by 9 p.m.
when she has to work.
Netflix gets her best energy.
Work gets the leftovers.

She talks about getting fat.
Gets motivated to exercise once.
Spends the rest of the week
recovering from that motivation.

She tells me every office gossip.
Not the highlights.
Not the summary.
Everything.
From the very beginning.

She’s an independent woman.
Still cries while talking to her father
and asks me what to wear.

Sometimes she feels like
a kid who came far from home.

She says she misses me all the time.
She shows it
by disturbing me all the time.

She’s an intelligent woman to the world.
With me,
she’s comfortably childish.

She says she has nothing to wear.
She says this
standing in front of a cupboard
full of clothes.

She watches every series on Netflix.
At this point,
I’m convinced
it’s her special talent.

She remembers small things I said years ago,
but forgets where she kept her phone
while holding it.

All these things
make her
her.

And she is my love ❤️❤️❤️