Have you ever woken up, completely in love with someone you have never met, and only seen? Well, if you haven’t this is not something you should be reading, scroll down to more domicile stuff, as you would like it, or read this crazed fan’s fantasy.
Noise.
He walks in, my eyes light up…
The light slowly contours his image, and my heart skips a beat…
The light from the room falls on his oh-so-adorable face…
And slowly his image filters through those visual stimuli…
I sigh…
From emotions uncontrollable.
It is a wedding, and several known and unknown linger around.
I know him, and he knows me, and yet we don’t know each other.
(Ayyio! Andavaah, Can I get any cliché-er?)
I turn around and I see him…
He is what I’ve always dreamed of, and even more. A man in all his essences, yet effeminate just enough to make him lovable. Everything is quiet around me, and then suddenly from nowhere, a small little tune erupts in my head. Tamizh poetry at its best, slowly mixes with this tune, and a song once heard and always loved, drifts along with me into an ecstasy incomparable.
Poove Vaai Pasumboedhuh…
Kaatrae Oedaadhae Nilluh…
How I wish I was Simran, or even better his wife.
Shaam, aka Shyam; My Knight in Shining Armour hopeful No 1.
This gorgeous Tamizh Paiyen is from Namma Bengalooru, and ever since I have set eyes on him some 9 years ago, his face is a common spicy additive to my every fantasy.
He has managed to send jhumms down every inch of my skin when I see him, even now, and has been the sole cause for a failed relationship with a friend (who turned out to be quite THE jerk even though he looked so much like my Adonis).
He is so completely edible (lol!) from the amazingly yummy bod, to the deep set eyes, to that boy-like charm, to his voice… I have never been SO in love. I lusted for him in Laesa-Laesa, I fell in love with him in Iyarkai,
I envied him in 12 B,
Noise.
He walks in, my eyes light up…
The light slowly contours his image, and my heart skips a beat…
The light from the room falls on his oh-so-adorable face…
And slowly his image filters through those visual stimuli…
I sigh…
From emotions uncontrollable.
It is a wedding, and several known and unknown linger around.
I know him, and he knows me, and yet we don’t know each other.
(Ayyio! Andavaah, Can I get any cliché-er?)
I turn around and I see him…
He is what I’ve always dreamed of, and even more. A man in all his essences, yet effeminate just enough to make him lovable. Everything is quiet around me, and then suddenly from nowhere, a small little tune erupts in my head. Tamizh poetry at its best, slowly mixes with this tune, and a song once heard and always loved, drifts along with me into an ecstasy incomparable.
Poove Vaai Pasumboedhuh…
Kaatrae Oedaadhae Nilluh…
How I wish I was Simran, or even better his wife.
Shaam, aka Shyam; My Knight in Shining Armour hopeful No 1.
This gorgeous Tamizh Paiyen is from Namma Bengalooru, and ever since I have set eyes on him some 9 years ago, his face is a common spicy additive to my every fantasy.
He has managed to send jhumms down every inch of my skin when I see him, even now, and has been the sole cause for a failed relationship with a friend (who turned out to be quite THE jerk even though he looked so much like my Adonis).
He is so completely edible (lol!) from the amazingly yummy bod, to the deep set eyes, to that boy-like charm, to his voice… I have never been SO in love. I lusted for him in Laesa-Laesa, I fell in love with him in Iyarkai,
I envied him in 12 B,
and I was swept of my feet by him, in Ullam Kaetkumae.
As Simran so beautifully said in that song:
Kaadhalan Aaniakkuh Kaathirruppaen…
I will patiently wait till you turn into my lover
Kai Kettum Doorathil Poothirruppaen…
And still bloom with love for you, while I remain as close as I can
I have decided to always look forward to meeting this hunk and quite quietly (LOVE IT!) letting him know of my apparent eternal crush. So who cares if he’s not gay? I never said I want to sleep with him… I’m completely content to be just like this…
Un Swaasuh Paadhaiyil…
And within the distance of your breath
Naan Suttri Thiruguhvaen….
I will forever linger and wait.
If the character Simran played was real in 12 B, I’m sure I wouldn’t have been any different. The similiarities I see are too much. So yes! I sound like a stalker… But I mean him no harm. Pure, undiluted love was never a sin (Ahem!)
Haha :)
Shaam, what a perfect name. The time of even. Where the light meets the dark, where the good meets the bad, where fantasies turn into reality, where man and woman exist purely as humans, genderless and in perfect harmony.
As Simran so beautifully said in that song:
Kaadhalan Aaniakkuh Kaathirruppaen…
I will patiently wait till you turn into my lover
Kai Kettum Doorathil Poothirruppaen…
And still bloom with love for you, while I remain as close as I can
I have decided to always look forward to meeting this hunk and quite quietly (LOVE IT!) letting him know of my apparent eternal crush. So who cares if he’s not gay? I never said I want to sleep with him… I’m completely content to be just like this…
Un Swaasuh Paadhaiyil…
And within the distance of your breath
Naan Suttri Thiruguhvaen….
I will forever linger and wait.
If the character Simran played was real in 12 B, I’m sure I wouldn’t have been any different. The similiarities I see are too much. So yes! I sound like a stalker… But I mean him no harm. Pure, undiluted love was never a sin (Ahem!)
Haha :)
Shaam, what a perfect name. The time of even. Where the light meets the dark, where the good meets the bad, where fantasies turn into reality, where man and woman exist purely as humans, genderless and in perfect harmony.
