This whole mystical word, that forever teases you, surrounds you with warmth, and yet you yearn for the cold, just so that you feel, those arms hold you strong... In moments of joy, in times of agony, why does that one person, become your only solace, and why can't you ever forgive, that absence momentarily... Through the journey of many years, you feel, you touch, and you know, but still every time after some time, the first glance, the first touch, still makes you shiver... How is it that most people, have to prod you so many times, almost always manage to bug you some times, fail to evoke those emotions at times, but you always smile for him at all times... :)
My take on movies, books and life in general...