My many mini-loves

I am in love.
Not in love-love, but mini-love.
Those who know me know what I mean and have seen many of my mini-loves.

It starts off as intense admiration about what the person does.
And this person can be someone I meet or a character I read about or hear about from common friends or someone whose blog I chance upon or some such completely arbitrary thing. (Since reading about someone leaves me free to fill in the gaps, Howard Roark and Holden Caulfield are enduring loves of my life. Yes, that's how much love is happening around me these days)
Anyway, I then proceed to devour all their work/the thing that drew me to them, read all their information that is floating around in cyberspace (anything from star sign to hair texture to favorite pickle to least liked movie, I am not a picky-personal-information-picker) and mentally picturing immensely intense or incredibly witty conversations with the said person. I play out the conversation part in very elaborate detail in my head.

A romantic mind that refuses to listen to logic unless I get stern with it usually conjures up an airport, a long international flight, me trying to pass time at a stop over, ambling around a bookstall where he miraculously materializes, also ambling, also passing time, also flying to the same destination. Over books eyes meet, smiles escape, conversations start, sparks fly. Back on flight, the stewardess gladly changes his seat to be next to mine after just reading our eyes. I will spare you the conversation details that follow!

All this right now is being imagined with my current mini-love - http://nonsenseofkaushik.blogspot.com/
Now, I think there is no chance that NonsenseOfKaushik will ever read this hidden gem of a blog because Google doesn't correctly index my page, no keywords return my blog as the first few search results and the Page-Rank algorithm pretty much decides that CuriousCat is non-existent.

Since I best romance my men when I haven't yet met them and will never possibly meet them, this mini-love-life seems promising as of now.

I first saw NonsenseOfKaushik in Indian Express, as a column - Dr.K's Cure For Sanity. I had read this column a couple of times before. Reminiscent of MAD columns, whacky answers to seemingly sincere questions. But I particularly liked last week's column and read it fully, saw who the author was and saw his blog listed there. Things were already getting a little out of hand; I was in the throes of a mini-crush.
Next time I logged on I typed his blog from memory, a rarity.
I have an elephantine memory for things, people, events, conversations and such like but a very bad retention of phone numbers, addresses and links.So, when I remembered the link 'by heart', I placed a check against 'Divine sign that this is indeed mini-love'. I started reading the entries and can NonsenseOfKaushik write!
Very witty, very original, plays with words, sounds and ideas at will, humorous, meaningful while masquerading as nonsense and macabre fiction - very enjoyable reads, all of them.
The more I read, the more in mini-love I fell.
Here I finish reading a post and there my heart starts beating 5 beats/min faster.
Here I finish another story and there I am already imagining dinner with comfortable conversation.
Here I finish another poem and there I am talking with his Amma as naturally as a childhood friend of a son would.

He's contributed to published books, does humanities at hallowed engineering colleges and to top it, a little bit of extrapolation revealed that he is not the withdrawn-socially-inept-genius type, but is rather gregarious.
What more could a girl ask for?
A girl can actually live on fresh air and Nonsense(OfKaushik)!

PS: NonsenseOfKaushik, if you do read this, imagine me saying in a sweet but strong voice, "ohnogoddamnholygaiaspiritoftheearth, you read it"?! I kind of mini-love you and I am not attracted to male Drosophilae, neither do I arrange knives and forks on the table while having dinner, I promise to employ pink maids who will dress the way you ask them to, I will make sure I remind you when the microwave is out of order so that you don't kill Geezer, I will listen to all your light-music songs even if you start giggling in between, I can also complete stories your Amma starts about kadubus (Kannada equivalent for Kozhi*), I have short hair and cannot wear flowers lest they remind us of plant's reproductive organs and may I just say how much I enjoyed reading your posts for half a day from my office? I will find a place that specialises in Banana cakes, dinner?!
(To make sense of what is written above, read http://nonsenseofkaushik.blogspot.com/)

It took me almost 2 days to get over NonsenseOfKaushik.

But today afternoon, when I was link-hopping in office, I saw this one blog...............
(Falling in love - Mini or not - always a joy! What happens after the fall is another matter)