All about living in this crazy, wonderful city called Bombay
May 17, 2004
Sometimes its the really small things that someone does for you that are really important....buying someone 10 dozen roses or taking them out for a lavish dinner or even getting them the car of their dreams is easy enough in my dictionary -- all it needs is money. No! What matters to me is the guy who goes hunting for a shop that sells chocolates at midnight just because his girlfriend craves a chocolate, the guy who clambers under her bed despite every iota of his common sense telling him that her fear of finding scary monsters there is hysterically unfounded, the guy who offers to see a movie every single one of his friends says is a definite headache-inducer only because she has her heart set on it, the guy who remains resolutely sweet to her parents even when they are irritating him, the guy who chucks his pizza to take her friend's infant son to the hospital in the middle of the night without a single murmur.....that's the guy who is my ideal of the knight in shining armour. Thanks D, for being all this and so much more :)
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