My love...

She was my childhood fantasy: I had an oppurtunity to meet her when i was in school, but I was preoccupied with an idiotic mission of securing the so called covetous "First Rank" so, I couldnt take my time specially for her.Years passed and I forgot abt her untill she resurfaced recently.

She touched my hands and then crawled into the depths of my heart: I never paid much attention initially, but then I started spending time with her once a week.The more i spent my time with her, the more she began to impress me,slow n steadily she casted a mysterious spell on me. Sometimes it was tough since it was my first time: my fingers used to ache, but the pain was sweet.

I woke up religiously every saturday morning no matter to which club i went or partied till wee hours the previous nite, and spent the whole morning with her in my arms. It turned into a cardinal weekend ritual without which,i would feel a deep restlessness and incompleteness within me.

relax guyssss.....that "her", is just my classical guitar and i love it :) give a break to ur corrupt thoughtss...!! :P