I live with your heart (literally)

GREEK GOD RISES AGAIN.

Finally I am back from the hospital.In the last two weeks I didn't see a glimpse of the Greek God due to which I concluded that may be the oldie was right, RANDHIR might have been the result of my teenage deprived of the opposite sex as I belong to the group of home schooled set of freaks all thanks to end to end recording for albums which make millions after a single day of being in the market .THE best part of the whole heart swapping is that I get a well deserved break, three cheers to miss weak blood pumper. Oh I missed the important part , I am home alone for my whole break as mom has some work abroad.I was so happy and I moved towards my bathroom to set my body in an aimless walk to pure music in each drop soaking my cells born to interpret it.I switched on the geyser and was about to strip when I got the shock setting my new heart no matter however strong it appears to be all ready for a heart attack.
There he was perched on the slab just like the time when I first met him.His lips were set in a playful smirk and he was shamelessly checking me out in my own bath room .Wait a minute he is a figment of your imagination Sanyu get a grip.I smiled at him and said
Dear imagica patrunamus right now I am going to bathe and I am not that dirty to imagine a Greek God in my bath tub so please out.
What the, I am not your imagica blah blah ok.I am RANDHIR and you don't need to feel conscious as I am a ghost.
Whoa dude easy I am not JkRowling to turn my fantasies into 7 part book series so stop meddling with the limits of my tolerance and just go back to the back side of my head asap.
Okay I don't know how to do this with out challenging your mental health but you are the only outlet I have to the outer world.
Okay Sanyu you are pathetically mad , you have lost it.Get this guy out of your head or else you will probably get shock treatments with tons of stupid counselling from your wanna be psychiatrist doctor.
If you are done with your kilometers long self talk can we get back to work?
SO mister ghost do you see an ouja board dangling from my hands or a crystal ball stuck in my eye?
Huh?
It's clear na that I am not the ghosts obsession Andolan ki president .Point is if I am getting mad I could have been mad because of something else like music for instance.I could get crazy as I lost myself in completing a long lost raga or something.

Miss song freak sorry to burst your bubble but I am not the happiest person to get you as my only outlet .You are nothing but a stupid, dramatic spoilt brat.
I thought you were my fan.
Nah I lied to get you on my side but you are too stubborn on your assumptions to be of any use to me , unless I break your big fat pride.The heart which beats inside you is mine and we are connected for lifetime and by some crazy formula of chithraguptha I get to live for as long as you die through you.Tatatada.
I had my eyes open and sharp breathes were pumped out as though I wanted to hyperventilate but couldn't find the right buttons to turn it on.
Miss star of the world if you are still doubtful on your mind which you suppose is playing games with you, is free to check your hospital documents were you will find my name etched in bold letters in the donor wala column.I think that is it.I will give you an hour to figure out stuff and when I come back I want you all ready to do business as we have stuff to settle.....