The Woman I am From the Girl That was Me!

From catching raindrops with my tongue,
Skipping around with glee,
Throwing my head back in mirth,
Stepping back in wonder
And exclaiming, "awww gee"
To delicately trembling when you place
your hand on my knee,
gasping in delight, involuntarily,
Goosebumps on tantalized skin,
A blush creeping up my cheeks,
Going through myriad emotions
You've made me lose
the last vestiges of my childhood
For honey, you've made a woman
Out of the girl that was me.

of Songs...and memories...

Neeley Neeley Ambar Par
Chaand Jab Aa Jaaye
Pyaar Barsa Jaaye
Humko Tarsa Jaye...

The song, one of my favorites, was playing on the radio while I was playing with my new fangled phone. Well...it definitely has fangs - it's that fangled! Anyway, I somehow reached the contacts list and was thumbing (literally) through it when I saw your name. And in that split second, I froze.

I know me. If I saw your number, I would be tempted to call...I would call.

Tap.

Phew. No number.

Only a note that read, 'Likes red wine @ room temprature. Likes to read fiction. Favorite outfit - tshirts. Favorite color - electric blue. Favorite shirt colors - blue/white/grey.

Likes to sleep...watch movies....read...guzzle beer...savor wine...do nothing.

Likes to eat fish/gol gappas...

Likes...ME!!!'

Do you? Still?

I slowly faded back into the world, with a small smile on my face. Ironically, the song had changed to 'Dard mei bhi ye lab muskura jaatey hain, beetey amhey hamey jab bhi yaad aatey hain...'