Sneha!! hmmm…I’m glad that I still know her
by that name! According to her I call her that only when I am angry with her
and let me tell you, I am not one who gets angry so often. ;-) Anyway, the point is there are n
# of names I call her by…
She is sweeter than Cadbury’s Dairy Milk and cleverer than Chanakya…she is confident like Scrooge McDuck and confused like Donald Duck…at times, frightened like a three yr old and at the rest, fighting like a firing cannon…gets upset like Goofy and sets upsets like B’desh in worldcup’07…stubborn as to make the Himalayas melt at her feet to make her a way to China and understanding as to walk the whole length of Russia, Canada, America, … Antarctica, Australia, Indonesia to reach Singapore if told not to go by Malaysia, fragile as a needle made of glass and strong as a column from the Rearden Metal…cries like a girl and thinks like a boy…smiles like a child and speaks like a matured…loving as the Christ in Rio and lovable as the Taj in Agra… In her own words, dahi samju ane sari… Sneha. …and in mine, mari nani nani, dahi dahi, pyari pyari, sweetu meetu chikudi mikudi …mari pyari bakudi. Further more, nautankies like Amitji, dances like Hritik, cries like Shah rukh and styles like john… bhangar, useless, merciless, ruthless…. like Parth.
She is sweeter than Cadbury’s Dairy Milk and cleverer than Chanakya…she is confident like Scrooge McDuck and confused like Donald Duck…at times, frightened like a three yr old and at the rest, fighting like a firing cannon…gets upset like Goofy and sets upsets like B’desh in worldcup’07…stubborn as to make the Himalayas melt at her feet to make her a way to China and understanding as to walk the whole length of Russia, Canada, America, … Antarctica, Australia, Indonesia to reach Singapore if told not to go by Malaysia, fragile as a needle made of glass and strong as a column from the Rearden Metal…cries like a girl and thinks like a boy…smiles like a child and speaks like a matured…loving as the Christ in Rio and lovable as the Taj in Agra… In her own words, dahi samju ane sari… Sneha. …and in mine, mari nani nani, dahi dahi, pyari pyari, sweetu meetu chikudi mikudi …mari pyari bakudi. Further more, nautankies like Amitji, dances like Hritik, cries like Shah rukh and styles like john… bhangar, useless, merciless, ruthless…. like Parth.
For me, she is as precious as
Platinum…needed like the last wish…wished to be fathered like the last life survived
on the planet...I want her to always cry on my shoulder… sleep on my lap, dream
every night and smile every morning remembering it… I want to hug her like I never
have to let her go… eat her unbaked… want to kiss her like I don’t know what… I
love her…love her like the way music can touch me, every part of mine…
everything of mine…my heart, my mind, all my cells and my soul…
Originally written on 5th Aug. 2007.
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