Verona

Juliet..oh juliet...thou art so impatient. I was headed to meet her in verona at romeo n juliet road, but my Juliet was already at our balcony. And reaching there first she virtually wanted me to teleport myself to the same spot, which was stressed over and over again from the messages she sent through 'pigeonette'. 

'Where you?, How long is it gonna take you to get here?" she kept saying. And why not? pigeonette had to be kept busy, else she'd doze off to sleep every time Juliet thought of Romeo which is blasphemous. And the only other way to bring her back to our world was to smack her hard on her butt with a clonk. Now no matter how I hard I scrambled to tell Juliet that I was going to be united with her very soon, she found it very unconvincing. So much so that she wanted to come here herself, grab me and plant me where I should be- with her in the magic balcony! Not that I wanted to be there any less, but life as cruel as it always is, I was travelling in a primitive mode of transport called the ' tortoiseshaw'- well it's not driven by a tortoise but a homosapien resembling one- no no not in appearance but in terms of pace. Yea, that's right. So, I hoped pigeonette could mediate the situation till I got to her....

So, I could see her. But she couldn't see me. The evil cousin zaaradas would have chuckled at that, much like Smeagle the angry little monster. Oh see came out of her balcony-it's four-wheeled and it moves! Don't laugh, it moves pretty fast. So she gets down from the balcony to greet me. See I'm not good with colors. NO I'M NOT COLOR BLIND.  Was that the evil cousin muttering something in my ear again. Grrr....But yea as I was saying, umm...it's something of a green shade with various other complementing colors, with the like of red, golden..umm..yea something like that forming a nice blend on the dress she wore. We walked through the boulevards of Verona arm in arm, and heart in heart. 

With the golden streaks of sunlight falling on her face I saw a b-e-a-utiful pair of eyes. Yes, that of Juliet! How come I never noticed them before? I was speaking to them from time to time. What intervened however were the by passers of Verona. Let me tell you they are somewhat of a pain in the ass. Yep, they are. Don't they just love feasting their eyes on the famous 'Romeo and Juliet' . I was biting my minds lip, cursing myself for having left my pen at home. For, neither they nor us had a pen with ourselves in case they wanted to have an autograph from the lovers of Loverdom. Anyways, my obsession with Juliet and her stunning feet slowly huddled me away into places with billboards saying ' sensible thoughts'. 

Balcony, balcony, take us forth to a serene land not infested by rude passerbys of Verona. And there we are at paddystalk road no. 7. Add to that we are blessed by the great snack of the great country called foochka-no it's not chinese food, and lickpoti-no you don't lick food out of a pot. So there we indulge into giving our tummies a short good time. For they say, 'No food, no love'. 

And as Romeo and Juliet tour their love-filled day through the roads of Paddystalk they end up in nandos. Sounds like the alien land I once ruled in Facebook called nanoidas. Well I invented that name, thought that would be a nice name for a land of nanoids. May 10 naans?Don't no why the call nandos, nandos though. Anyways, we were ushered in and seated by a amiable lady of 10 naans. Romeo and Juliet talked for what seemed like a few seconds despite that the clock had a different story to tell. They sipped on a 'goa lemon' - Oh got the spelling right, I was thinking of boa(the snake?)lemon all along, and then a pomegranate-crushed-into-sprite-thingy-which-I-could-make-at-home. Well, sorry for forgetting what it's called, but I was trying to remember it with visual associations so this is what I come up with. Well that's not the important part anyway. All that mattered was being able to say in my heart: I love thee Juliet. I love thee. Oh and also our little war game depicted by the beautiful flowers with no smell. Juliet thinks the war was waged by the pathetic loser girl that once upon a time set eyes on Juliet's love. So three petals represented this battle, so much so that Juliet eventually forgot to bring the beautiful flowers that never had a fragrance.

And as for the 'I love thee part', well for real the best I could come up with was, j'taime. And now I feel laughing like goofy the goof. Now then better luck next time Romeo!