out of sleep.

it is so embarrassing.few hours befoe when i am deep lost in the sweetest of day-dreams and the ring of my phone leads to a serious disturbance with its shakes and yell.all i do is have a look at the first letter of the callers name and say yeah hello and why do you have to call when am dreaming so well.now p stands for papa and also for priya,payal,puja,pragya ... i expect the later.an illusion.then follows,oh papa,trying to use all the sophistries my soporific brain could afford,how are you,i am sorry actually was having some sleep- i didnt think you would call,how is it there,do you have any idea about the match score and i kept blabbering almost for a minute.and then i realsie once again how much i love him.if there would be one thing which could have an effect on me is he.an inspiration to prove,to become,to lead,to win,to change.his thoughts are so exactly correct always.he is the best when he attempts at being friendly and i feel the laughter stabbing my stomach.if i could define love,it would be he and i share,mom and me have,what my sisters have for me.still,i dont believe in love and i would never i believe.