As a toddler, everybody is curious by nature. That’s how we get to know stuff. Stuff other than bad words, sex jokes, elders making out which has nothing to do with curiosity but more with luck(sweet loving luck!) and that opportunity.
I, me, myself was pretty curious too.
A little too curious.
It all started when I was born.
He sat under the tree, thinking about his Rose. It was spring and Rose loved spring. She loved sitting by the lake and admiring the delicate butterflies as they danced around the flowers, some camouflaging, some beautifying the flowers even more. As the sun rays descended on the lake water, it looked like diamonds were flickered into the lake to make the water appear ever more precious than before.
He sat there, wondering why isn’t Rose here. Where is she? She would never give up spring noons for anything in the world. He moved a little closer to the lake. He loved doing everything Rose ever taught him. Looking at their own reflections in the water, making funny faces, letting their bare feet under the water to feel the cool water run over their skin. She taught him to love. She had become his heroin.
Ok. I admit. I’m a little late on this. But am to blame for partying? After all, India did win its World cup after 28 long years!
Why am I writing about this now? Well, in the past few days(and while the “war” was still on), there were many comments regarding how crazy India is towards cricket.
Almost as crazy as a guy is for a hot girl in a hot dress(yea, 36-24-36).
But, while stating so we forget that not just India but many other countries all around the world go frenzy when it comes to a certain sport. It’s almost like a war!