but the point is..!!

She was my long time crush, long as tongue of lizard. I don’t know if its tongue is too long to be given as a compliment, but the point is she was my long time crush. As soon as I came to know she was in the city I wanted to meet her, alone, alone as in like a ghost in a cremation ground. I don’t know if the ghost lives alone over there. But the point is I wanted to meet her alone. Before I can think of my next step I figured that there was a small problem, small like a tadpole in the gutter which is flowing next to her house. I don’t know if that tadpole is still that small or it got converted to a frog which is big enough to carry dissections on it, but the point is that there was a small problem.

I had heard that her brother was bit aggressive and possessive, aggressive to others like a monkey as if they will snatch the banana from him and possessive for her like the same monkey for that banana. I don’t know if any such monkey exists to resemble her brother, but the point is her brother was like a monkey, I mean aggressive and possessive.  I didn’t want him to be present at home when I meet her, so I took an off, saying I got a serious headache, maybe I got a tumor in my brain. I don’t know if that tumor will be cured in a single day but the point is I took an off to meet her.

She was in front of me, smiling, smiling as if it will start raining, lightning, snowing and what not. I don’t know if these entire natural phenomenons happen by just a smile of someone’s but the point is that her smiling makes me feel like thunder. Her eyes were having so much depth that if you keep them on the ground you can travel 9 miles down to the hell. I don’t know if there is really hell 9 miles down below the earth but the point is her eyes where deep like the deep blue sea.  Her face so fresh and so pure it felt like due in the first day of winter. I doubt if those droplets are still so pure, thanks to the increasing pollution in the city, but the point is her face was so pure that it felt like besleri, at least they say it’s the purest form.  

I was sitting on the table, she was preparing breakfast for me, I don’t know why I felt nervous, nervous as if I am sitting for interview and my stomach is preparing some mixture of gases to blow it out from the wrong direction. I don’t know if the nervousness of farting in a small closed cabin in front of an interview panel is comparable with this nervousness, but the point is I was nervous.  She came holding the plate and kept in front of me, still smiling, she took a small bit from the plate and put it in my mouth, before I can see what it was, before I can run the plate away or run towards the bathroom, all my yesterdays dinner was on the plate, I converted the omelet into a pizza, with all the toppings having rice, potatoes and lot of other liquid stuffs, all which I had in dinner came out from my stomach. I don’t know if at all the thing which I made to that omelet was comparable to a pizza or not but the point is I just vomited on the omelet.  I can eat its mother, its father, a goat, a sheep, a buffalo, a wolf, a lion, an elephant, a dinosaur, the whole pack of animals but the point is I just hate egg…

Now, I don’t know if I will meet her again, I don’t know if she will still smile seeing me, I don’t know if she will ever offer an omelet to the guests but the point is however beautiful the girl is don’t just eat without knowing what she is putting in your mouth it might be something you are allergic…