Halka Halka Sa Ye Nasha....

She was beautiful…and she made me feel beautiful instantly….the effect was same as that of a cup of tea ……rrrrefreshing. Red and brown shades of life faded to purple and then to romantic pink.
Interesting Fact – I don’t know her name…
More Interesting Fact – I don’t want to know it either…
Just one glimpse of her face was enough for keeping me going happy, happier and happiest……
I tried and related her with every nook and corner of my life…
I woke up late…and tried to imagine her sweet reaction to it….oh my god…she is not happy to see me getting up late… (She is happy that she got chance to say something to me )
She must have loved to listen …when I sung like a maniac……I am talking about my bathroom singing habits.
Oh…she got crazy to see me eating my breakfast (very fast without any break…)….oh she must hated me for that (Sweetheart has no idea…I always get late for office….)
Look she always admires me, when I shower love to those cute little kids…. (She is a typical women …;)). I am more than sure that she will love my idea for having hundreds of children and thousands of grandchildren
Does she likes…my taste of music….obviously…she likes me so she will like them also…. (God knows why…. ).
Does she disagrees with my understanding for politics….(Yes my dear friends she is so innocent to do so.. )
Does she love the vividity of different Indian culture…..yes she do…. (..I love it coz she has genuine respect for all of them…). Hope she will help one of them to be preserved….
Should I express my views for feminism to her…..? (Nah…she can misunderstand me for a Good boy..I hate to be called one.)
Hey wait… If I can express my idea of education to her…I know she will not mistake me for a rebel… (Wow)
I wish….If she can cook all the delicacies for me (I am crazy for food…though I don’t look like. )
I hope that she will sing a melody to calm me down…. (Common Nishu…she is not Lata Mangeshkar)
I can’t resist to ask her for a joy ride in the middle of the night…Just for a cup of coffee 70 Km away on the highway (My old jeep will suck 10 liters of fuel just for a cup of coffee ).
I will love it if she doesn’t mind to do salsa…on the grass floor…under the monsoon rain (Of course with me ….)
Do I really want them to happen in my life? I don’t care if I want or not. Only thing is I know is that, I love these feelings and desires popping into my heart …and want to stir them with every song I hum.