And I fell in love...

I just kept looking at her...staring rather, as she walked besides me, and made her way to her seat. The fairest of them all, with long hair, neatly tied. Eyes that expressed love, seemingly for me. And I fell in love...


The gods had started proving their invincible strength. My mouth was still open as I listened her speak. Her lips dripped sweet honey as she spoke in a voice that was so....i didn't know what....And I fell in love...


Minutes later, she came closer ;looked at my eyes and said something. I couldn't hear, as the sound of her beauty had disabled all my senses, ears included. I pinched myself...and ow my gawd....I was not dreaming. And I fell in love...


                                        


She was twenty-two. She had a purse that looked so different. She had a walk that spelled confidence. I just loved that attitude. She was divine. I was just nine...And I fell in love...




(This happened in 1994. I was in St.Xavier's School...4th standard. Her name was Angelina...what a name !...she taught us English, and I learnt how to love...:)

Love....Huh?

"U've got to be kidding me", she said when I told her that her sister is better...in the bed. Some four to five minutes later, a couple of cups, a squash racket and a pair of nike shoes hit me. I survived some hundred other things that this aspirant VJ threw at me.

Her name was Kanya,(an Indian word for 'girl') probably coz the only thing that came into her dad's mind when he named her was her sex. So...what was my fault? I mean everyone in college knows that I don't or rather can't stick to the same girl over a week.But still, these girls won't stop their bullshit about love.

I love sex. That's my passion. I mean...don't all the great books ask us to listen to our hearts and engage ourselves in what we do best? I am awsome when it comes to giving it. So I do it. They love it. I love it. What else could be love?

They ask me why I don't have it with Naina. The reason is simple. She is a girl who I don't feel like bringing to bed. After all, she is my roomie and she arranges for my nights everytime. She is the one who listens to my stories of how I use the girls. She sleeps in the kitchen when I am at my best.We've been together since school. You might be thinking she's fat and ugly. She isn't. There are guys who die for her cute face.

So...the point is that if Naina doesn't tell me that love and wedding and children and whatever are important, then they probably aren't. I want to make this very clear that all I can give you girls is fun. Please don't expect me to fall in love. I don't believe in this philosophy, and please don't waste my time in speaking about all that.

Wish I could have this in the notice board. However, I hope that the mail will work for every female.

Regards
Kumail

(This is fiction....and if you are Kanya, Naina or Kumail, let me tell you you've got nice names. That's it.)