And I was thinking....

And before everyone starts thinking I have fallen in love with a normal mortal. No. I am talking about a love story which has now completed 13 years. And none of the associated itches have ever come in between.

To make things even more clear , (coz I know some people will not read any further), I am talking about SRK. Yes. I am in love with him. Why? I know why. Its not cause hes SRK. He' the heart-throb of millions, and clearly glamorous, nd people in general tend to despise people who ove celebrities.

No. I am a normal girl. Girl with normal hormones, girl who likes normal , real guys and a girl who accepts reality as it comes in its normal way. Yes, and thats the reason I love SRK. Allow me to explain. Its when reality gets too tough to handle (and trust me , for each of us it does), its when life seems to be going outta control, and your hormones seem to be getting the better of you, thats when you need one safe anchor. One safe thing, even if its in your mind..that will never change. He who cannot touch you, he cannot hold you, and he who does not even know you, has very little he can do to hurt you. He who you can imagine to be what you like, imagine to be the perfect man (even when you know he is not). And not just as a lover, but as a friend, that you can talk to, even if its literally in the air... Someone who you can belive has truly grown with you, coz you watch his ups and downs and feel the swing with him. And imagine him to do the same when the cycle crosses over to you.

No offence to parents or god. We all know you are there. But you can hurt us too sometimes. Even if you obviously dint do it on purpose (or else we are in trouble).

My friends deride my love for him. Think I defend him too much, think my love is false. And maybe they are right.

But I do not love him in the sense the world understands love, or even I, (on my normal days) define love. But when I come back home frustrated after a specially hard day of work, or after I lose something important..or feel the love has given up on me, that one smile of his for the cameras, the one picture of him with his kids, the one visible togetherness that I see of him and his wife (which may or maynot even be true)... that feeling I get..I find it very hard to define. And who is to say its not love? And please tell me, whats wrong with a little fantasy which takes you away from reality for a little bit. Cause please remember.. I do not become weak or frivolous later.. I come back and deal with it, just with a little more strength.. one smile at a time :)