Love is that moment when Leonardo di Caprio raised the toast in 'The Great Gatsby'.
Love is binge watching Netflix and munching whatever you can get your hands on.
Love is licking ice-cream at midnight, with a numb tongue and no hint of sleep in eyes.
Love is watching Shah Rukh in Chak de India. Love is reading Bomkesh Bakshi and the indomitable desire to be Satyabati.
Love is humming RabindraSangeet on a lazy Sunday morning.
Love is listening to Hariharan's Tu Hi Re.... on a repeat mode.
Love is watching a Brazil Germany FIFA World cup with Papa, and cheering for the latter when you know he is diehard Brazil fan. Love is believing in all those fairytales which Dida used to narrate.
Love is all those leisure summer afternoons, fishing with Dadu.
Love is wearing mom's saree making her wear yours.
Love is standing at the kitchen door wait for that call to taste ' kasha mangsho'.
Love is standing in front of the mirror and saying "umm... not bad!"
Love is taking that rare afternoon nap with You.
Love is jumping in Your arms every single day when You come back from work.
Love is fighting with You over the perfectly divided share of chocolate.
Love is staring at You when You are asleep.
Love is knowing that You are there, no matter what!
Love is falling and rising at the same time. Love is believing that all's well that ends well... and if not "picture abhi baki hai mere dost!!"