I am the subject of his latest portriat for a competition going to be held at Delhi. Well, he had taken around 140 photographs of me in 2 days and some of them appear in my Orkut profile.

I used very light make up. He did not use flash and the photographs were all taken in the evening sun light that was passing through his window. I shall post the pictures here soon.

He is so lovable, affectionate and playful. His English was funny and interesting to listen to.

I can't forget the night we all danced from 11 to 3. When will we be again on the dance floor?

The chains of social pressure and the common man's influences make this extra ordinary man to keep me away from him. My selfless love is invisible. I can't run away from him. I love him too much. And he knows.. This game is very powerful. And I go deeper and deeper in this vortex of affection!

He cares a damn about criticism. If he loves someone, he loves them absolutely and takes care of them. He is very protective and to a certain degree, possessive too.

He cracks jokes, oh yes, adult ones too. But, he doesn't use bad language. He may not be tall, he may not be handsome. He isn't conscious of his looks. He is bold and confident.

He loves to play in the rain, loves ice creams, loves children, loves animals.

If he is not fiddling his gadgets, he would be meditating. He is a night bird, isn't time conscious at all. He respects all cultures and hates racism. He is very patriotic but not religious.

To him, riding a bicycle is more pleasurable than driving a Mercedez. He doesn't run after luxury and can sleep even on rags. His friends include nagging politicians, dreamy artists as well as streetside beggers. He values them all equally.

He is The Ideal Man.