In a city what you do when you realize that you were an instant failure in knowing a man and getting him , do not forget that a lady is looking for a man read A MAN (in bold just in case it has to be reiterated). You will think here we go again... "women are emotional hazards so keep them at bay" let me enlighten you ..so are men! that's why the search is for a real stunning MAN, the Darcy story is not fake it does exist.
Story goes like this.Woman in me falls in love, falls the second time then pit is too deep to fall so she jumps tries long jump and there too saga continues . There is no rising here people! the man doesn't let her . He is cruel a devil . Wish I could write more adjectives but net net and total of everything after that, the story ends without a happy beginning! It all started at a day in office I fell for his voice first, then everything . It is right now to say that love inspires and influences you. Which obviously worked ! So here I am writing something I donot know ie love and about a man
who failed me completely and made me realize who I am .Yes I can be more and there's lot of me before I meet the man ..Now I can be a vamp .. a liar a dumb ,duplicate girlfriend an emotional loser,lover etc..in all this turmoil I realized I knew what love takes . it takes a lot to love someone ,then rise and be careful not to fall . Apparently we cant afford to fall .
Today fall seems to be the buzzword ..everyone falling NY and Bombay stock exchange falling together , uncle in US falls for the crash at a discount store , mom falls for gold at south ex part 2 market ,airlines falling for mismanagement but then at the end of the day
everybody falls for good Sarkozy falls for Bruni, Obama, falls for change Al Gore for global warming . Our own Aamir fell for Rao didn't he ..ah theres hope again! So where does graceful and classy love stands ? Love stands no where and is definitely confused .It is
like Olympics you just cant get enough of the golds. In a city like Delhi where everything begins and ends in beauty and style, I refuse to blink eye on a handsome man I stare at central park or at a chandni chowk and I definitely refuse to give
up on love.
