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Saturday, March 24, 2007

Lost love

The spring has arrived. Beautiful bright colored flowers are blossoming along the road pavement and in gardens. Sound of chirping Cuckoos and Vireos is music to the ears that got used to the cacophony of automobiles in Atlanta. The sweet scent in the mild spring breeze reminds me of you. I have fallen in love with you soon after I started my life as a student in the United States. Do you remember the wonderful time that we had together for the past seven months?

I have known you, for a long time. Those days, I never liked you. But many of my friends liked you and used to talk about you always and compare you with other people like you. To be frank, I thought that those guys were a little preposterous. But once we got introduced a year back, I started to realize, how wonderful you were. I still remember our first meeting. It was in a pub/dance floor in Bangalore. Do you remember that, honey? I was all frustrated and was getting in to a bottoms-up beer competition with my friends. You were there staring at me. I still don't know what you thought about me that day. The Rum-with-cola that I had, made me high, but still, I vaguely remember talking to you that day. Then we started meeting occasionally in the office parties and then outside office. I am sure that you wouldn't have forgotten the "Rand De Basanti" movie. It was the first time I kissed you, sweet lips. You were like an angel in heaven. After the movie, I didn't want to have dinner that night. I wanted that sweet sensation in my lips for the whole night and for ever.

When I came to US, I had a strange feeling that it was not over yet. You proved that I was right. Last few months, we have hanged out together a lot. My heart throbs every time, I see you in different beautiful flimsy dresses. You look great in them. Your dressing sense in US is amazing (that doesn't mean that it wasn't good in India). All these months, we have met everyday and talked and talked at student center. Is there a place in student center where we haven't been yet? Do you know that we have been in the pizza hut there for more than hundred times. I used to feel so happy to just keep looking at you in the ferst restaurant, where we go often. I know, I can never ever stop staring at you.

You know that I am a socially challenged person. But when I am with you in any party, you have given me amazing self confidence. You make me feel that I am not alone and you are always there to love me and take care of me. But the other day, I got mad at you. I don't know why? Perhaps because I saw you with another guy in the party. I got mad and drunk a lot of alcohol that night in the party. Boy! How can I forget the look that you gave me. I am sorry to have ignored it, otherwise I would have never puked and spoiled the party. Sometimes, I feel that you are always right!!

Hey, do you remember the first time I took you to my home? Throughout the dinner, my roommate was staring at you. When I told him "Damn you, Stop looking at her. She is mine", I could feel the happiness in you. When I embraced you, I could feel your pulse getting higher and higher. That night was wonderful, wasn't it? I had you to my heart's content. You filled every inch of me with joy. It was much better than our first kiss.

You have shared the ups and downs of my life in the past few months with me. You have been more than a friend to me. I will always remember the great time that we had. I know that things didn't work out that well between us. The problem was entirely with me and my obsession with the patho-physiology class and my desire to not die obese. Coke, you are wonderful and sweet. But I will never have you again.