A handful of thoughts

Another year have passed and my love for this short, dark, plump, irritable (that’s what others say) gal I see everyday several times on the mirror, is steadily on the rise. Come recession, terror strike, salary cuts, or election….this is one graph in my life that has never seen the slump. Every morning I wake up and look lovingly at this lovable lovepot and say “good morning beautiful! hope you had a nice tight sleep…what for those extra inches around your waist and thighs, you look ravishing sweetheart…”

This supremely intelligent, well read, presentable, matured gal I am sure is right in everything she says or does, even if her father, the PM of the country or whosoever says she isn’t. However, she always agrees on all points with Shahrukh Khan, because the two of them seem to think quite alike and are kind of soulmates. Anyways, to come to the point, for all her tantrums (that’s what other people term her good hearted innocent demands) irrationality, she is the queen of my heart. I love her and I wish everyone understands her and loves her as well. I mean, everyone who she wants to be loved by. She also has a fine set of friends. All of them are geniuses like her and together their group is ready to condemn and contempt everything around. ‘Everything’ here means others’ dressing sense, their orkut testimonials and picture comments, by one stroke of their mighty hands, they have proclaimed half the world as LS a term I cannot elucidate, for reasons of diplomacy. Most people around are perhaps jealous of them; otherwise why should they call them eccentric, wierd, strange, and by various other defaming terms. As for me, I LOVE HER. Everything about her; she is my darling, my lady love..[:D][:D][:D]