I dream of.......
We humans are always attracted to the forbidden fruit. There is that curosity that makes us cross the line into unchartered territory. Some even beleive that was the reason behind the birth of civilisation as we know. But whats that got to do with this blog.I have never discussed it on a public forum but its interesting to know how we live our fantasies. Had it been in my capacity and would have half way across the globe and straight into Scarlett Johnson's arms. And in a perfect world she would have fallen for me ofcourse. Well thats not going to happen for what I know, so why not try the next best alternative. Dream of her.
Dreams are our personal fairyland. All that we wish for can be granted and more in this world. I can suddenly be the king of the world. A strong and just emperor who ofcourse has given the most beautiful women the honour to be his queen (with no restriction on the number ofcourse). We can do just about everything in there. And to think of it since we sleep for about 8 hours a day about 1/4 of the time (of 24 hours) we are doing well inspite of what may happening otherwise.
Off late I have had a crush. Or should I say an old flame sparking again. The more I try, the deeper she penetrates into my head. For what I had thought, she long off my radar. Never going to happen, never away from my heart. I dreamed of her all the time, which I conviniently classified as my fantasy not paying much heed to it. But she was there making deep inroads. Whenever I would meet up with a girl, inadvertly I would be looking to scrape her image in. She has her smile, her eyes ain't as deep as her's, she looks lovely but pales in her comparison. Oops! no one can have her charisma.
Oh! did I ever get over her. She made an unconcious entery into my life and sizzled it for good. I still have my hearts for her. Although I have tried to impress this notion upon her, she is love with herself. I would open my heart before her as a friend, she would prescribe a medication as a doctor. Don't know if she does it on purpose but she is love with my blog more than me. More than hearing me out she would spend hours gazing at my blog esp. those about her. Ironical but painfully true. She wants me to keep guessing when I want keeping kissing. She is my forb.idden fruit.
posted by Shashank Jain @ 8:02 PM
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