Sweet Emotional Atyachar....

"Admiration is just the mirror image of what you want to see yourself as"

The chuckles of the old man... the friendliness of the police man... the poised movement of the girl in the coffee shop near churchgate... every passing being gave a wimp of admiration to me...

Today as i lay back in my bed, with my love peeping through my shoulder on the letters i type today... i wonder do i need more admiration... do i need to find myself better than anything that i am at this moment... i shall disagree...
If content is a word of feeling completely in comfort... thats just an understatement to what i feel at this moment... its early morning, had a tough day, more expectations were met, and some unmet... more deadlines i missed and many more details i couldnt control today... but even at this hour in the morning i feel fresh and awake... i feel alive and smiling....

Admiration if not found... we shall find that is within the same ones whom you connect... at this moment am admiring the beauty who lies next to me... i admire the wink in her eyes, when jealousy creeps in as she read the comments of this blog by another lady...maybe she justified it herself for she said nothing to me... maybe she realised it was last years blog ... or maybe it could be just trust... now... thats another thing that i admire at this moment... the word "idiot" as she says it sounds like " I do Ishque only thumse" at this moment... where at another hour it could be a insulting word... now i admire her capablity to make me think this way...

Admiration, is for something you dont have... if it is that... i sure do admire her ... her sense of humour...her smile.. her fashion sense... her dream... her commitment ... her persistence and endurance(considering the part she is with me, inspite of me being me) ... will admiration be an understatement here...

Or would it be love... would it be a divine intervention... could it be purely meant to be... or is it just the high of romance that i am writing all this...

What ever it maybe ... i call this a classic moment...something to cherish and to remember....

Or is it just an Sweet Emotional Atyachar....