Love story..

One amazing love story.
A story where there's only sacrifice. I'm sure, you'll agree with me, after you read this through.

He is old now, and all his sensory organs are feeble. A few years ago, he was one of the heros is his group. Shiny and handsome, and famous for his senses, he was incharge of providing water to people he recognised.
While he was at his prime, and enjoying all the attention, he fell in love.
He was so madly in love, he could not see her leave, everytime she came to him.
Although she came to him,only for a minute everyday, it was all that he waited for.

He fell in love with those hands.
Those manicured nails and soft palms, was all he waited for, everyday of his life.
He knew what he was doing was futile. There is no future, to what he was wishing for. Still, he wouldnt stop.
He decided he would love her till the end and serve her till the end. And thats what he did.

With age, his much talked about sensory organs failed him. He could not recognise anyone anymore.
But her.
Whenever he saw her hands, it was as if he was in his prime again!

He still continues to serve her, everytime he looks at her hands.
His sensors become sharp again, when she shows her hands to him.He never fails to give her enough water, whenever he sees those hands.
Even though he can never get to see her face. Even though he can never get to talk to her. Even though he can never get to touch her, he loves her. He Loves her to death.
An amazing love story, full of sacrifice, isnt it.
A love story, of a tap(with hand sensors!) and a lady with beautifully manicured nails!
Awwww..

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Its time, I go to a psychiatrist dont you think!? I am beginning to fret about the thoughts, I think and write around here!
Yesterday, when we went out for lunch, one of the taps was malfuntioning. Out of the 3 of us who tried to use it, only one was successful. This lady had manicured nails! Now you know where this story is coming from! :P

Hair punches!

I have always taken pride in my punches.
"My punches".
Hard blows, on the face or chest, which has made many people cry in pain.
Well.. I was very proud of it, until I recently realised how very "hard" they really were! :(

Sniff..

I have always adored my hair. (Yea yea, so what if they are scanty!? I still love them...! )
All extra care is taken, to look after them.
There are times when you end up taking out your anger on your loved ones.. when your angry with something else.
I dunno what/whom I was angry with, but my beautiful scanty hair had to face my wrath that day!
Im still so sorry for that!! sniff... :( (Didnt quite get a count of how many hair took off to faraway places from my head that day! )
While I was at my best, treating my hair as badly as possible... I suddenly saw a streak of blood...
I was amuzed. Thought there was something sitting on top of my head, which I had managed to crush. What a proud feeling! :)
The pride however was uncomfortable.. I couldnt feel proud and breathe easily at the same time!
Only then did I realise that I had punched my own nose! I prayed n prayed for the bleeding to stop, and guess what..!? it stopped miraculously... :)
Only to leave me with a blood clot on the bridge of my nose.. :(
Its more than a week since it happened but...
The clot still seems to be in love with my nose! :(

I no longer take pride in my punches.
Punches are bad.
Self-inflicted punches.. are WORSE!

Parents I say!

I tell my mom, every night, to wake me up early in the morning, so I can go for a jog. And man! does she wake me? Well.. Im not sure, if you call that waking someone up, but I think you can sure call it torture! :)
With her signature waking up tone(VERY irritating one I say! :) ) she screeches my name.. while my mobile plays one of KennyG's breathless for me. I switch it off. Tell mom I got up.
Ahhhh... silence.. for 5 dear minutes. And back she comes.. switches on the bedlight.. and goes back to her work. I switch it off.. and snuggle into my blanket, when all of a sudden the fan is switched off. I switch it back on, and I am about to doze off to sleep, and the tubelight comes on! I groan, as I can hear mom's waking up tone again... Ahh! How I hate her..!
I drag myself out from bed, brush my teeth, and decide to give mom a piece of my mind, when I hear her say..
"Good morning dear... coffee is ready!". Sigh... Moms!! How can anyone be angry with them! :)

The morning's precious 60 minutes passby so quickly, and Im almost gulping down my cornflakes. Dad comes by, checks the time, warns me that there is only 5 minutes left for the bus to arrive. He begins a countdown, like he's been doing from the past 2.5 years. I groan again. He gets angry, that Im late, goes down before me, to warm the Honda activa up, so he can drop me to the bus.Honks a million times.
I almost jump down from the first floor, to the parking lot, making up my mind to scold dad this time..
I go to where he is, and I see a person, jumping around the place where the activa was parked. After looking at him for 2 minutes, I confirm he's my dad. I ask him.. "dad.. what are you doing" ? He says (as matter of fact).. "killing ants"!!.. (wt!?)
and coolly, sits on the activa, and drops me to the bus.

Am I kinda growing sane or are they turning crazy..!?
Either way... I am loving it! :)