Have you fallen in love with an uptown girl ? ,

someone has and here is his story ....it goes back in time

but he comes back in a different avatar , an untown girl and downtown guy

great combination ....

PART 1

She's eternal in both the eras

She enters carrying her grace and walks in the lane ,

a live in dream come true for many ...

she is just opposite to that of a white , sad ghost , she's the scent of this city

so light , beautiful but important .

The awe feeling of exhilaration , the unreachable dream .

Hows she so young , pretty , graceful , perfect ? , the unfading flame ,

a living pleasant desire thats alive forever ...

She's.....SHE'S .....She's , she's.....

Back in time

I am back in time a gentlemen watching a beautiful lady come proudly my way ,

I knell down to her beauty take her hand and kiss it and look at her eyes so proud ,

commanding making me yeild to her ...I daze up or fly to reality

when she takes her hand and leaves ....ah the trace of a women ...

This has always always been my dream , the reason I love classics to see

the good old England days , lovely women in ...ah....

anyway now back in my time she shows herself and it becomes a show ,

I have no priviledge in taking her hand to kiss nor does she wear the long gown like

in the 17^th century victorian woman , women .Sad right ? .

Whatever I wrote about women imagining the model in my head ,

even managed to impress women today . So women in basic level have not changed

yeah women are no mystery I tell you ....they are princesses and dealing with them should

be with utmost due respect . Agree with me ? , if you don't I am not going to waste energy in convincing you .Anyway her majestic presence shows shes a mixer of everything ...

soft , hard , smart , bold , classic , modern , bitchy , comforting , gentle , deep ....

Now don't tell me you for these particular reasons found it difficult to understand her ,

if you did you found yourself an excuse ....

she's a mystery in exploring , I find she's incredible ....

She walks and waves and ignores the falls of her fans ,

shes the healing touch , the queen of my heart ,

the real princess of Iceland .

(NOW THIS IS END OF PART 1 – so you can go for interval ,

I myself need a break after so much feel , imagination , dreaming ,

ah see you in part 2 )

“Uptown girl you know I can't offord to buy her pearls ,

but one day when her ship comes in she will know what kind of a guy I am ....”

Hello again sorry for the delay , hope interval was useful ....

Ready to hear more of someone's story ...ah you are who won't be .

Now part 2 ....

PART 2

Back in time I lift my feathery hat and bow, (you know right handsome knights

and all those musketeers and robinhood , sure they all wore feathery hats)

it might have pleased her ancestors because this was to her a matter of routine

giving her the matter of fact attitude approach (now for todays women

such an act would be incredible ) , anyway this was just a matter of fact for her ,

and I hoped she would pay attention to me , but no avail !.

The attractive too good to be attracted ? .It made me watch her go ,

the unreachable , she's , she's ...a majesty , what else could I call her ?.

(I guess incredible women of all times are always like that ,

but thats no reason for anyone to get inferiority complexe ,

but its heart breaking for some people right ....no only stupid guys would

be heart broken for such matters , now let me not ah deviate from the story ,

you readers are getting bored ?...anyway )

Today she gives her hand to me , she was impressed with the story I had written

about her in the Iceland times . Now a man cannot afford to lose his senses thinking

about a women because he need not own her , nor be jealous of her ,

he can be one with her since it takes but two to dance and tango ....

I wrote about a man who dreams of his women queen and played it everytime ,

the real story in many fairytails...

sometimes falling in love requires no logic , no reason , but a elevation beyond what

can be taken , be it the picture of a women you admire , a secret love of dreams and beauty .

(Now as most of you readers may have fallen in love with ah , my concepts ,

I understand you need a break ....relax ....after all I am a writter who managed

to impress the princess herself .Its people like you who I love to write for ,

hope I cater for your expectations .)-----Break----------

Ok , now back to the story ready , warning its fantacy world now ,

tadak , tadak , tadak , enter rightful mode ....Part 3 .

PART 3

Back in time she came horse riding , fast but gentle dancing with the wind ,

then slowing her ride and applying brakes smoothly for a firm halt, (a women that

she is ...) , she pointed her hands to me , I watched with uncertainity ...

when a women makes up her mind and when she tells it , its got to be true ....

I climbed behind her and we were off like sky riding ,

I imagined the image of a white man in the horse , she is not like that but only he can

be a fit man for her ....

It was the last ride of my life , I died for her when the dracula wanted a soul to quench its thirst for blood . She fell from the horse , hid behind the trees , closed her eyes and made a promise

that she would in my next life make me her man of her dreames .

(sorry for being fast its disturbing so did omit inbetween , but she tried to save ,

nothing could have been done to save my life then ....sneaky escape also calls for bravery ,

and living with the trauma also does ).

The women who became a person , no more the princess that time , the person , the odinary .

The real women is after the person inside her , this person is no different from that of a man ,

a women's quoting on the real person , well in this part it got removed ....

Her smile , even if artificial is delightful and pleasing , she would not stay to show

off for she's always a passing glimpse ....

a women is hard to catch hold off , she's always dominant and free ....and beautiful

if left that way .

The princess gives me a flower for a real story I wrote ,

a tribute to a beauty of my own queen ....

(now lets proceed cos a break here would spoil d flow )

I remember waiting for her that time , to give me her reply .

She showed up late and made me sit , she revealed her soft , critical , controlled , patient nature

that made me understand to desire a beauty as my love was nothing noble , nothing true ...

WoW...I was amazed at her wisdom that my disappointment got swallowed by appreciation ....

anger that melts , pride that bows down ...a women's stance most supreme .

(Now if you disagree with this you would make me angry and make me cry ,

so form no contrary opinions ! )

It took time for her to get impressed with me , for a good image in a women's heart

one has to prove it being true to his heart .

(Now please excuse me I have to cry , the story is sad right , excuse me ,

this womens so , so ...incredible , see you at part 4 , sorry forks ,

me are emotionly moving more than you readers )

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(hello again , getting tired of breaks , you know in life everyone needs a break ,

plus I can't afford to lose few readers I have caught hold off by finishing off

the story quickly and not telling it properly , hope you would cooperate and understand that ,

welcome to part ah , right part 4 )

PART 4

Those dreams of floating that I have in my story , she walks to the stage

to give her speech .Her clear voice , the one that awakens and keeps awake making

them (audience) listen...

her high pitches , soft and pleasantly loud and mixing in the waves that massages

the senses , its a intereating , pleasing site .

Her expressions so free and bold , so pure but beautiful , the real natural animation ....

thats why women have thier bindis right? , expressive women ....

a women is also sometimes like a silly little girl fighting sometimes with her hands on

her hips .

The walk of a women shuies all the burdens away ....

the princesses is ready for questions , as she walks to her VIP seat .

She refuses to melt with her admirers admiration ,

her firmness that seems unbreakable ....

As I click her photo she looks in my direction only for a sec ,

her curious look , a little dazed , a little uncomfortable , a little bored ,

a little lonely ,a glamour life ....I saw it all , the reason I imagined her

the model women in my head , the 'my fair lady' that she is .

Back in time , I gave her a flower , she was hesitant in her reaction but took it ,

thats the person inside her , she allowed herself the liberty to

give a natural smile .... the women with a million charms , trillian perhapes ,

a meaning from her is an achiement , its a feeling of a broken heart mending .

(now many of you readers might have jumped yelling “yes!”, from

similar reactions from girls , but do not spoil my part in this story with that ,

I meant everything I said , I really did ).

Her compulsion thats the women she is , abiding and colouring herself ,

not letting go of herself , otherwise I could have been her man ,

if destiny should have allowed .

The crown that changes destiny, that fixes destiny , I know she wanted to throw

her crown and abandon the look of a my fair lady...,

I was lucky enough to see the person inside of her , as she walked like she did

not caring for me when she did .

The princess stops her ministers in hiding her as she pushes them and emerges ,

my book in her hand and a prize , the Iceland Man Booker Prize for me .

She is the prize herself , priceless ...ah...I mean her presence , her every movement

I see her , she's the lasting image ....

A women's image is like a touch that lasts for ever ....

everynight I paint her stoke after stoke before I cover her and sleep .

A women is pretty and beautiful, a classic...

She gives me the award by person , a honour I and she don't feel ,

but the rest of the world is jealous of .

(Dear readers , end of episode 1 , and episode 2 ,

will be launched after break ....I am a reputed author , and if

I had booasted about myself my apologies , you see I have

got recognition from the princess itself and also won the booker prize ,

hope you enjoyed episode 1 , so ladies and gentleman the curtains close

will see you ah ....when i open curtains for episode too sorry two , the final)

TO BE CONTINUED .....