My beautiful secret

Yaar, I can’t keep this secret any more, it’s killing me. I’m in love, yaar!! The lucky girl is Kelley, the Admin Asst in our office!

Guyz. I don’t believe in worshipping women for their bodies. They must have a mind that is honed to perfection, and a very cultured personality. Like Kelley. People – this is major. I’m not kidding – she’s the one. I feel the connection, yaar – we have been soulmates in thousands of incarnations before this one.

I just want to fold her in my arms, and break down the wall of charged static that is holding us apart. I want to take her to the museum, discuss the latest exhibits with her, drink in the purity of her face as she exercises her mind thinking about these refreshing topics. And when we go boating together and both of us have stopped paddling in the middle of the lake, the world will have disappeared around us, and the touching memory of all our previous births will come back to us, to bond us together forever.

Yaar, I hope she’s a virgin. Sometimes these American girls seem to go out every night with a guy and I don’t know what they do. I’m hoping it’s nothing more than talking. Even dancing is ok. I’m a broadminded guy, I can handle a little bit of hanky-panky in an innocent girl’s history. That’s just biology, not morals. But I know Kelley is very pure. The way she smiles at me when she passes by my cubicle….can’t describe it, yaar. I want to release her beautiful soul into the ether where it can play eternally.

And her voice! I feel like weeping at the inner beauty that it expresses, the way her spiritual essence is contained in each word. I wish she would talk to me once, even if only for a few seconds. I would pass into heavenly ecstasy and stay there until lunchtime. Yaar, I just KNOW that she feels the electricity between us! The way she straightens her skirt or adjusts her blouse when I’m looking at her from behind – it’s just TOO obvious, yaar.

Yaar, I feel so lucky. I have been smitten by that bug called love. And to have found my soulmate, just a few months before my parents started posting ads in the Times of India – it’s all part of the divine plan. Thanks, God! Bless our love forever!