The man you dont know

So there was this man. He felt so complete in himself from out. Some knew he wasn't. I was one of them. From outside you could believe for him to be one of the strongest people. But that was a mere shroud. The kind of fun he brought into his and the people around his life was unmatchable. The gangster image protected him from the bad eyes. They believed him to be bad too. But inside, believe me he was the cleanest soul.

He was a perfect family man. A dedicated son. A loving brother. He just loved making people around him feel loved. Girls too were crazy about him. But behind that cute smile and no-fuck-given attitude a innocence hid. And I loved exploring it, bringing it out. He belonged to a bold and rowdy family background. A pure Punjabi. Exactly opposite to mine. But he was more of a calm and composed person compartively and I was all the rowdy and bold inside with a very sophisticated ethical family background. He Listened to Bryan Adams and cooked. Baked cakes in unique flavors and liked isolation. Called himself forever lonely in a crowd that cheered for him. He loved parties and music and people but never drank alcohol. He was more into unmateralistic stuff.

He had travelled places across the globe and had all the air breezed across his face but loved only his culture. His India. A fanatic of sports he was so much into it. Ask him and everyday there were several severe body pains or head aches. But nothing seemed to stop him. He was a brimming river of enthusiasm and zeal. His ardour was amazing to watch. A foodie like me. He had tried every food corner around the city and was as crazy as to go out eating at 3 AM in the morning.

We always shared a very weird rapo. He was a best friend. A brother. A boyfriend. And a mentor. The only person possibly I could reveal my alcoholic phobia in front of. I was so sure that this one man wouldn't harm in any fucking situation. He possessed hair silkier than mine. And it was slightly envying. His eyes were truthful and drunk always. I loved seeing him shirtless (from far). Our conversations were bitchy, romantic, debatable, interesting and exciting. But we never spoke in person. And initially it did bother but gradually it faded. He made me move on from a disastrous commitment I fell into. I owe him bigtime because I was into it deeply and had he not come in I would've stayed that vulnerable for much longer.

We had plans of world tour. I always dreamnt of driving a bullet onto the streets of London with heavy rain and the love of my life on the backseat. Of playing poker in Vegas. Partying at a place where no one knew us, with me in a traditional Patiala suit and he in a traditional Dhoti. Oblivious of the world. He liked dirty, I hated dirty. So he assumed for us to have adopted children. Gosh! Thats not it. Good girls are bad girls not exposed silly.

He constitutes an essential part in my life though honestly speaking Im not sure if I do for him. But that's how it is. We've had many breaks. Months long, weeks and days. But the spark stayed. Starting from his very first proposal (which was serious or not Im still doubtful of) to this day, we've come a long way. He's a moody brat. The only person I want to see me the first on our farewell.

So this was the man. He was different in the sense how he was interpreted to the world and to me. I literally hate the bastard for a many more reasons I havn't mentioned. But my love was more over powering. So I let it. Let the hound be on me.