I want to fly even if the fall will leave me with broken bones...well i dont mind a broken nose actually....yea i think i dont like my nose it's kinda weird in shape an Isosceles triangle which looks like it's been punched from the side and top and bottom ...wotever
Well the first time i heard about someone flying was in a story of a son & a father- Icarus & Daedalus...i'm sure many would have read this story...when i read it, the first thought that came was wow how can someone be so creative..and after a bit of mind masturbation ( i never knew the meaning of this at that age) the wicked me came up with a new twist to the story i.e Daedalus actually must have made those wax wings to get his son killed, may be he was jealous- though i still dont know why i came up with tat twist in the tale.
Okay now getting back to the feeling of flying, i think that happens when i am in Nishant's arms...i feel as if i have everything i want...as if i am footloose and ready to take off...very girly right...but dats ok :)
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