Love is.

Love is, logging on to the email account you specially created just for your lover over a decade back, to relive precious moments spent in cyber cafes on Yahoo! Messenger, instead of being in class.

Love is, replaying over and over the conversation you had moments before you said, yes.

Love is listing everything we talked about  (including what we'd call our daughter) in our long virtual conversations and matching it with what we have today.

Love is, being amazed at the fact that most of the items on the list are checked. From naming what we had decided for our girl, to bringing home a dog.

Love is, disagreeing vehemently about how mushy we were 10 years ago.

Love is, smiling at the thought of a chikna chokra standing on the platform of New Delhi railway station with a bunch of wilted flowers to greet his old neighbor from Hyderabad and soon to be girlfriend.

Love is,  parceling your favorite C&H Tee shirt  from Delhi to Pune, to say you love her.

Love is, watching all seasons of West Wing back to back, together.

Love is, hearing you say, 'you are the best thing that has happened to me'.

Love is,  hating to watch you sleep all weekend.

Love is seeing you in my 7 year old.

Love is abusing you with the choicest words and then getting hugged in return.

Love is, saying 'this is the best holiday of my life', when clearly she had a failed plan.

Love is buying the wrong dress size every time, without fail.

Love is, taking me back to the store and buying me the right size and buying 10 more to make up for the wrong size.

Love is, sharing ten peachy, luminous, groovy, wondrous years with YOU.

Happy10th, BBMan. You are the world's best Biwi Man. All mine.