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My books are there in every nook and corner of the world. Every home, office, school, kindergarten, butcher shop, temple, bank safe… even a thief’s most trusted carry bag has at least one of my wise Dum works. From the kitchen to the toilet, these holy books are there to shower some blessings. I am so glad that even the waste baskets have them in plenty, especially my girlfriend’s. I treat it as the symbol of her love for me. She says that I am her baby. I wonder whether she discovered my works as the dippers on which her baby shit. But she was always been there for her baby to change the dirtied ones and put new. But do you know, I am still naughty; I still write even on a dipper, so that my girl comes near again and again to change it with love.

Often I feel that she is also unique. I never treated her as an angel from the heavens or someone who can be titled as ‘the queen of my dreams’. I may have all such adjectives for many others, but not for her. They all make me dream about love that I can see only in her eyes…I can hold back only for her…that I never told her….yet! I don’t want a ‘Queen of my Dreams’. I need the real ‘Lady of my Life’. Because of the one I can feel myself real, original and I remain as me forever. She is the one who brings me back from the web of illusions others create for me. When she is around, I can feel her warmth, her breath and her touch. Her touch can do miracles. One kiss can make me mad, mad for her. If I die this moment she would never shed a tear from her eyes because she knows that I hate to see her cry. But she has to die first, that is my choice. I want to give her a sound sleep on my laps till she touches the heaven. Then I would die, one day with those dreams, moments and memories we shared until her last breath, with the satisfaction that she always remained happy as my guide and companion, with a hundred prayers, a thousand red roses and a million kisses that I can dream of to give her in my next birth. My heaven is with her and the human life cycle would give me a better ride to have many births to make her happy again and again. I love her so much; I need her with me every moment…that touch is my strength. Yet I believe that we have to be more practical facing the ups and downs of the strong, strange waves of the ocean called life. Life is the ocean, love is the boat and she is the light. She is unique, ‘The Lady of my Life’.

It is a well-known fact that I am a ‘branded’ flirt. But I am happy that I still maintain my barriers. She is my beauty. I don’t understand why I love you so much, girl! Anyway, I am little bothered about that ‘why’. Do you know why? The day I shall start searching the reason, my world and that word will lose its colour and charm. I may sit here for another century watching its flash, just to realize the fact that it is still hesitant to reach you, remain with you. There is a special room reserved for her in my heart, a special room with the windows facing the classic peaks of Himalayas and the door facing the waves of Arabian Sea.