candid love confessions

What is there to hide in this beautiful feeling? So what if age and lethargy of purpose are catching up fast!These were never the 'neuntam aharta' or eligibility to dare to think beyond love!
After all these ego-shattering experiences the egotist in me lies crushed but lo there comes from the heaven someone who still makes me believe that I am worth a lot! She panders to my ego in a gentle and caring fashion but never loses track of the purpose which might bind our life in a common thread. The 'girl-next-door' image can be deceptive and you are caught unawares when she rings you in the morning asking a rather intricate Math, DI or LR puzzle(she is good at these but is much better in linguistics!) You wonder if she is checking whether you are really up early in the morning or not! On occasions she is morphed into a traditional Indian beauty with a 'bindi' and kewl-eyed gentleness mesmerizing your softer longings.
She is otherwise reticent but is very good in catching up with the 'shana' type lingo as and when required. 'Kyon a gaye ... ke...se' types hahaha.
Perhaps an underrated intellectual, she has immense possibilities but little craving for those as she has a bit of inherent detachment from the mundane, which is enviable for someone who is trying to attain that by dint of reading lots of scriptures, trying to practice meditation, aplomb, karma et al.
Moreover, she is equally at ease and the same unchanged persona wherever you find her. 'Manhattan' is just another place for her as it is with 'Mankapur'. That is indeed stunning. The egolessness in her is an in-built uncomplicated code in her and she does not need to rush to Himalayas for that. But Binomial Theorem can distract her. Math is more applied in remembering numbers and in calculating all the schemes that the cellphone services providers proffer. And she is rather good in that, which puts a theory in practice. 'Tohun marde' is a favorite line for her. You miss her when she is not around and sometimes end up with your eyes welling in tears. The misty winter mornings remind a lot about her and any session seems empty without her. When questioned even a bit in numerical, there is a coy face hiding herself in her dupatta and you feel the universe smiling in bliss at this innocent acceptance of a seemingly innocuous travesty. She resonates within my heart and only God knows how much I crave to get her back. How much do I miss my evening cafeteria coffee with her ordering noodles from the counter! And this evening I am proud of everything that includes my ad-hoc lethargy too. I know I will remove that asap. Such is the power of love!