Love. A pristine feeling. It’s the freshness of morning dew – fragile yet beautiful. It’s like an iPod with your favourite playlist on repeat mode. It’s like a painter’s first stroke – vulnerable, unsure yet intense. It is the uncertainty of the Indian monsoon. It is like the thrill of having a burf ka gola on a chilly December night. It is as unpredictable as the stock market. It is as dependable as your LIC life insurance. It is as sweet and crooked as a deep- fried jalebi. It is noisier than the Delhi traffic, quieter than the sea at night. It is more demanding than your Board exams, more challenging than the AIEEE or the CAT. It can get dirtier than a teenager’s bedroom. It can be as painful as the first period. It is whiter than pearls, more twisted than a salon-returned girl’s curls. It gives a glow, shinier than bleach. It’s naughtier than a boy and girl together on a secluded beach. It is more addictive than coffee, crispier than KFC, deadlier than an LSD trip.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 09:39:57 +0000
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