We made instant veg atta noodles for his dinner, we skipped the plan of making fried rice because he made me tired, but I love getting tired by him again and again. Now we are sitting at the dining table. I'm sitting on his lap, only in his shirt, and he is in shorts. I'm feeding him noodles with love and lots of kisses all over his face. I want to give my all love to him. I want to pamper him like he is my baby and sometimes I want him to pamper me like I'm his baby, really I want to experience all the flavour of love with him in this one life.
I fed him the last spoon of noodles and kissed his cheek. He is just gazing at me with immense love. I really really love the way he gazes at me.
"Nobody cooked and fed me like this before, with so much love." He suddenly uttered, his eyes filled
