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Her anger isn’t perfect. It makes her look like a wicked monster as she
shouts and makes me feel miserable. Her tongue isn’t perfect and craves for
everything mine doesn’t. I don’t like to eat salads as she does. I prefer

pizzas all the time.
All I want from her is to part her lips again to kiss me hard. I am
imperfect by every measure, yet it is in her arms that I feel perfect by any
measure. And all this time she makes me feel imperfect by making me do
things that I had only dreamt about so far.

I love to play with her legs, and I love it even more when occasionally
her legs play with mine against the sand. She touches me in places no one
was allowed to and no one has yet, but it feels like prayer.

When we regain our senses, I realize that this moment between us might
not last forever, that the sun would be up to lighten the vistas drenched in
rains, that this moment was ephemeral. But I wouldn’t be able to thank the
universe enough for this ephemeral moment when I could feel ‘forever’.

Love is the only thing that can heal whatever is broken - the dreams or
the heart. Making love to someone is like having the key to unlock their
deepest secrets. The conversation that follows flows effortlessly. It’s like
breaking the barrier of ego in front of at least one person and becoming the

real you for a while. The need to lie fades as much as the need to please
someone. You become just you, as you are, beautiful inside out.
‘What’s the craziest thing you guys do in college?’ she asks as she
dresses up and throws my clothes on my face.

‘We make every guy dress up like a girl and dance like a stripper on their
birthday. In fact, last week, a batchmate of mine accidentally played an
adult film on the projector during the final viva. Is it any different in
Prague?’

‘I should have attended college in India. It’s fun back there, but it sounds
a lot more fun here.’
‘What do you like about me?’

‘You mostly smell like cigarettes and black coffee. And when it rains, I
want to have you right next to me, to make me feel light-headed like
cigarettes do and to provide me with the warmth of black coffee. I am

drawn to men who smoke, I find them irresistible. You aren’t all things
great but all things imperfect, and it is this imperfection that drives me
crazy!’