Yeh love kya cheese* hain?

I love the title! Recently I celebrated, rather , was a part of 'the love' week. This week is defined by certain outrageous qualities , such as, of transforming even the most mundane things into lovely somethings, of producing enough rouge(read blush)to give LOreal a run for their money, of letting you pass effortlessly through an entire day of misery, ladies-compartment-squabbles, bad-hair day and much more. These outrageous qualities have been so pleasing that I plan to stick around for a long , make that real long time to come.

Let me run you through the happenings of the love week.

Mon: I was chasing fluffy clouds on 7th heaven while trying to decipher latin. While I galloped around in a dizzy speed , I missed a cloud and I fell on the clouds of the 9th heaven. They were dream-inducing. But strangely, they were firm, safe and solid. I think i stayed in that state for almost a century before I realized it was already Wednesday.

Wed: I got to know about a few avenues of sightseeing on 9th heaven. They had a fish pond, filled with beautiful fishes. The catch here is , usually these fishes like to be caught and they will readily fall into your hook/trap, but the couple that evades the maximum fishes finally falls to the 11th heaven(the baap of all heavens). We went fishing and were so busy swimming in the never ending pool of each other's eyes that the fishes felt completely left out. Of course they dropped us to the 11th heaven and by the time we fell onto the clouds of this heaven it was almost the end of the week(and the beginning of a new love week).

Love also defies gravity. You know falling 'down' from 7th to 9th to 11th is not quite possible. I think i have made my point.

Its quite incomplete, i know. But why dilute love into words? Hain na?