Oh my god! I was suppose to meet her at 5. But its already 4:30. I shouldn't have gotten so drunk last night. I don't have time for a bath now and so i guess my deodorant is going to be my best friend for today. I spray half of the bottle on my stinky self and leave home in a hurry. I start kicking my damn bike but it just wont start. "Today is just NOT my day!". Looking around for some sort of transport mode and not finding any, i'm forced to go the common man way. She's waiting for me twenty blocks from here, and god i have so little time to get there. I got the ring in my shirt pocket and i stop by at a store to get some flowers for my love. A big bunch of red roses is what i was looking for but, with my luck gende ka phool is what i get. Great!! Sprinting down the street and damn this rainy season. I look up at the sky and say "So this is the day you picked." I cant go back now though, almost there. I see her standing at a distance and suddenly its all sunny again. She has a weird look on her beautiful face as I offer her the wet gende ka phool. She starts laughing. I get down on my knees and pop the question. She's laughing hysterically now and she says with her honey sweet voice- Sure darling. But just promise me you'll wear pants on our wedding day! Now I look down to see my hairy legs. Flushed with embarrassment, but yet ecstatic that she made my day.
This is a blog about... love,friends,broken hearts and everything an eighteen year old could go through.
Sunday, 14 August 2011
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