So all you doubting thomases out there ... bilaady better shut your mouths - dont let that projectile of spit land on some unsuspecting hapless human out there while trying to laugh at my post.
I shall write a mushy- mushy; lovey-dovey post .. so sugary syrupy that after reading it, you will be running to the nearest hospital to check if you have contracted diabetes already ( can anyone "contract" diabetes - oh what the heck - you get the point)
After reading the post - you will either
a. Reach out for the fone and call up that girl/ guy on whom you have a crush and ask her if you can get laid that night - The im romantic if i get laid types
b. Reach out for the fone and place a call to Dawood Ibrahim and ask if he can kill JustSo for a sum of $10 - The bloody hell - Ive had enough Bollywood movies to poison my brain , I dont need you adding on types
c. Reach out for that fone, order yourselves a bunch of red roses, and imagine that Hrithik Roshan sent them to you - The I love Danielle Steel's books types
d. Reach out for the fone and call the ambulance - Damn! He/ She reads the post and goes insane, and Im stuck calling the ambulance types :D
So now that I have the objective ready - now for that post - Love .. aah , love ... err.. love ... *clears throat* .. lo-ve .. can we do this another time? love eh? hmmm ... lets just watch terminator for now; lets think of love later (wow that rhymed - later - terminator)