I live with your heart (literally)

Dance plus!!

Days passed by with painting in the sun and music filled nights.We were always together except for the bathroom breaks.It's been a month of our friendship  and every single day with him is fresh and out of the box.Innovative creativity is the speciality of both music and art.I found music in his canvases in the way he moves his hand,it was all very magical.But I guess life can't be like that ,simple and lazy.My mom called me today to remind me that I have a scheduled  meeting with Aryan Harshwal, a real spoilt teen sensation.She expects me to collaborate with that idiot for my next music album.So here I am practising some moves to impress  his manager  who according to my mom is a tough nut to crack.I don't understand why people are hell bent on making me dance.I truly feel that my voice can move hearts,I don't need anything else duh.

PHHHHPUHHAHAHHHAHHHAH. Sanyukta you sure you can do this.

Why can't I GHOSTIE.......

You look like a jumping sausage roll.Dance is meditation,something which equals to grace and passion.

I didn't know my little ghostie was Madhuri Dixit and I am pretty sure the dialogue comes from D4.

If you actually suceed in cutting the  10000 kg crap  I can help you my dear damsel in distress.

Thank you my lord.

He came towards me the music switched to ZEHANSEEB all thanks to my stupid player which acts like it has a mind of it'sown.He still continued without breaking the grace.I didn't know when my eyes got stuck in his or when he kept his hands on my waist pulling me closer.I just heard the loud embarassing  noise of our heart which pumped blood to every part of my skin which made my cheeks hot and my hair stand in anticipation.In the excitement I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins and the scene looked straight from a fairy tale. His fingers were icy cold but it made my soul go all warm and buttery. Inbw I  wonder why his body is not behaving like mist.I know I am such a wicked mood killer but still these things deserve our curiousity.I think when it comes to me he is like a multipurpose product in the market displaying polymorphism.I was like a garland in his arms,light, weightless and free like a bird in the sky.I found passion devotion and grace when I moved with him to the notes played by our heart.I felt as though this dance would never end,like I could be in his arms  forever.

See ,there you got it.

I came back to reality in a snap but I was confused about where I was? what I felt?

Randhir  I  need to be alone.

Why? I will keep quite,you can do your thing.

Randhir  alone means ALONE.Give me an hour,  I have to get my stuff together.I pushed him out and banged the door on his face.I know this was rude but I realise that  I fell in l....ove.But this is not good at all,definitely not good.Every thing came back to my mind their lies ,the hatered I failed to see,the broken promises,the lonely vacations,the last big fight,court,custody hearings and more importantly being a basket ball  for my own parents.They both did love each other in the beginning but their ego and insecurities destroyed every thing. I don't want to repeat history. I can never  love,I lost the ability 10 years ago when my dad left his little  princess behind when he went off with his new wife.It has been 7 years but the pain is still raw in my chest.He never looked back but I  never moved on from his memories, from the little time we  spend together playing UNO and building tree houses.I decided to burn my feelings  before it ate me up.I shared a very pure bond with my buddy ,something I didn't want to destroy in the fire of my love.Yes ,love is fire it makes us feel warm,cozy and lights up our world but incase something goes wrong it destroys every thing in it's path and I have seen it's worst shades to never ever fall in it.