Maana Ke Hum Yaar Nahin – Meri Pyaari Bindu
She fell in love. She was flying.
She turned to butterfly, never was the same again. Firefly.
The first meet. The first heartbeat.
The first terrible, terrible laugh. The first touch.
The first kiss. Every sensation of it.
The first dance in the rain. That first candlelight evening.
The days that followed. All the nights slept.
She is an undiscovered feel. She is a something else, rare chill.
She is happy with me. Lucky me.
She is no way a match, an honor to poor me.
My melting, beautiful chocolate mess.