Even Death won’t hide the poor fugitive forever; on Doomsday he will learn he must live forever. Will the Enemy smile as I pass him on the street? I’m still searching for someone to forgive forever. (Agha Shahid Ali) For people like this hopeless writer, if he ever could love someone, he could promise one thing, he won't be an imposter ever, he would be himself and would be willing to be accepted only as himself, not in fractions but in whole. And I want to be thoroughly original, original to the extent of being wierd or boresome and express myself in originality, be it my passions, desires or wayward daydreams, declaring to myself and to the world within and without - "She is all the great heroines of the world in one. She is more than an individual. I love her, and I must make her love me. I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir dust into consciousness, to wake th...