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Gecko Love

Raj, you need to know things about me that I have never told you. It will be easier for you to manage me that way. I hate lizards, they give me the creeps and they always stare me down. If you have lizards in your kitchen, there is no way I will do the cooking! I love to cook but not everyday. You need to take me out once in a while. Maybe once a month. I love long drives and I am not a shopaholic. I shop rarely and don't spend much. But I would love you to take me out shopping and tell me which dress to wear, what color what fabric. I wear westerns, I hope your parents won't object. Its just that I never wore salwars. And Raj, though I come across as someone strong and sure, I feel terribly low at times and find it difficult to take decisions. You need to help me when I am down. You sleep at 10 and I at 11. I hope you will not want to change that. I will read something while you sleep. And you know what... I love to sleep naked (blush blush), entwined and huddled. You don't mind that do you Raj?

No babe. Its all perfect with me, except the lizard bit. Over the years, I have allowed a couple of them to roam freely in the house. You know how it feels when you are living alone and there is no one to talk to?

Don't tell me you used to talk to lizards?

I still do. They even talk back to me in gecko language!

You are crazy Raj!

Ah! Princess, that's the only thing I always wanted you to know about me! See, now you know me as well!

Comments

  1. :-). I like lizard. They are oddly cute, and cold.

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  2. AWWW..cute conversations :) Lizards freak me out always :/

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