A figment of my fantasy.

Oh, so this is what they call 'Serendipity'! I know, finally.

However, I have a few regrets today. For instance, I don’t particularly love your age.

I wish I had met you earlier, in my growing up years. Rather, yours.

When you were crass. When you were as restless as i. When you had many ill defined goals yourself. When you were inarticulate. When you had the audacity to climb up to the top of the car in the middle of the night.

When you were thinner. When you wore better clothes to try and grab attention. When you wanted to be hip. When u were passionate about rebellion.

When you were still learning to drive the car.When you would have been advantorous enough to take risks with the twists and turns on the road. When you smoked your first. When you still ate only Indian cuisines and enjoyed eating with your hands in an uncouth fashion.

When you were angry and irritable. When you were impatient.

When you hurt yourself playing cricket every second day. When you were caught shop lifting. When you kissed the first time. When you watched those movies, and read those magazines.

When you fancied shocking people with weird stories about your escapades. When you wrote the ridiculous rhyming poetry. When you weren’t a good listener.

When you lost you first love, when you first cut your fingers cooking.

You would have laughed at my jokes then.Uncontrollably.And found my word play exciting. And fallen head over heals for me.

And I would have put some sense into your head.

And had the last laugh. But Alas!!