to the world

genuinely inspired by adi, i start with the begining of my love story....
and yeah....adi, i cant ever promise it will be as romantic...my penchant for writing romance, is more or less over....

one fine day,in the middle of a warm december (i know thats a paradox but year 2002 december was quite warm....remember we were still roaming about in full t shirts and for the extra warm blooded....half sweaters???) i went online....yeah cliche -internet was our medium of introduction. and started talking to someone named rahul(no he wasnt bluffing..that is his real name...)
and rest is history...we became the bestest of friends...met on a drizzling cold 24th december....dramatic event (remind me to write about that later)
flash forward 12th january 2003....rahul comes to my place for having lunch...sadly has to eat a over excited cook's "pepper rice"...doesnt complain much but, well makes the "cook"(= me) a passing joke for the rest of the love tenure. then we go to my awesome terrace...looking on to the orange and red clouds passing over....with an insane urge to be just looking into his eyes... a stupid wish to be told off for sitting on the ledge....to not ever let this evening pass...just let him stay....
and i sat there trying to just see him without letting him know....trying to explain to him how clouds take up different shapes...trying to figure out y is he smiling..trying to figure out y im behaving this way..trying to make dreams up...trying to not fall in love with him.....melting into the colors of the sunset behind the humayun's tomb.
capturing that moment into eternity....
did i just become to picturisque? 4 years 9 months 19 days ago on a obscure saturday evening...i was falling in love with sam rahul gantayat.. a young boy who shared my dream of going to paris. thinking the same things...a guy who brought the biggest smiles of my life to me.. who is a part of another lifetime i lived with him. who did everything to make me smile. whose voice can make me smile and his voice can make me cry. who cried coz he was missing his mother who stayed too far away. who screamed at me if i ate too less... who ate too much.
26 days later... i lived another dream...maybe i should let it be for some more time....