ladki thinking, never let go, never let go.
fragrance of feelings, uuufff, too good.
you know, i have this same feeling about leaving him alone, not constantly tailing him, asking him, making him do this do that... wish he'd turn around and yell once. not an object to me,... ever, this boy. from that very first time i saw him in the strange concoction called shraddha. the look in the eyes, the stance of the spare frame, the mix of innocence and pure devilry... nothing said he was on tv, he was here, sirtting in my room, doing crazy stff. and when i found some of the sbs stuff on youtube, i was amazed at the sort of things he said or did at times... always just himself, sometimes silly too.
i didn't become phangurrl easily... not shraddha, not baat, not the first few months of ipk, i refused to get into this, refused to watch, turned off the tv. but then one fine night i saw some diwali things.
bhery bhery beauteous truly he is, and all the other things, add to the paagal alliterations: buddhu and boddo sweet.
always lovely to see you. take care.
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