as she pressed the elevator button, she smiled at me, her baby face looking too sweet....yes sometimes her face seems like a baby to me... i havent told her yet...looks a natural blend of innocence and inquisitiveness, combined with probably the most charming smile i have ever come across...the elevator door opened, it was a longish elevator that can take say 16 people, liftman was missing, there were only two of us who entered inside.

 my heart goes dhak dhak forever, but as soon as the door closed, the dhak dhak became so romantically noticeable. did she notice it too? maybe yes... cos she is very sharp, doesnt miss a thing:).....cos from standing in one corner, she quickly came near the door, and sat on the stool meant for the liftman....her hair seemed wildly exciting to me, they always seem so, even in my dreams, in fact the first time i saw her.... her satin soft silky hair, freshly shampooed, almost made my heart stop.

 i was so much in awe of her that could barely respond to her "anand i love you".... i thought of that day as i looked at her sitting in the elevator, and took two steps near her. i dont think she was prepared for this...i bent  a bit and gently kissed her hair first, instantly feeling oblivious of everything else, except a feeling of infinite elation in my heart. if this was the feeling of being in love, no wonder billions of humans are forever in love, and we both are at the top of this lovely list. she didnt say a word....as i rubbed my nose on her hair, went close to her ears, felt them warm up to my lips....and softly uttered a reply,  to her  "anand i love you"... i then slowly took myself away, to see her face turn pink, and her nose turn pinker, and she asked me something....but i wasnt sure what it was, and what i replied, as i was busy staring at the "sirf mera wala pink"....and as the elevator stopped, the door opened, i realised why pink was associated with affection,  love,  and romance...