Fundamentally Flawed

Anita is a classic example of natural beauty ... no additives or preservatives ...
one hundred percent unaldulterated maiden of the wine yards ...
pink lips (no lipstick mind you ..), bright eyes , long hair spoilt by the
indian tradition of tying it into an unopenable knot ,a curl of hair over her face ...
slender , unquestionable build , and to top it all a smile that could make you float weightless
over the ninth cloud for atleast a couple of minutes ...
above all , she is happy with what she has .. without that Killer instinct of
competitiveness (aargh ? is that a word) , you usually associate with a 20 something software
engineer.
now shobin sits beside me, while i am typing this and asks "aaraade ee anita ?" ...
"colleague" .. i say ..
should i say that she is that feminine simplicity that rippled the memories
of my first infatuation ? nay , shobin wouldnt understand.
sometimes, you wish to be unrealistic , to dream of love as they show in the movies ,
with songs and all , just the good things about love , just beauty ...
we used to spoil such thoughts with disgusting questions like "does she dig her nose?" and so,
but , now i am back to square one .. just pure dreams .. aah beauty .. classic beauty..
all my dreams are turned rose now , the color of her churidar ... nothing else .. no work,
money , religion, after-effects , causal analysis, bugzilla, kintana , dowry, ... nope nothing
maybe its the "Duur" by strings that i am hearing right now, thats making me think like this ..
but i like it anyway :) and i am gonna dream ....