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Vulnerable

I am a very guarded person. I always have my shield up so high. It's almost impossible for a person to penetrate into the bubble I've created for myself. Probably my past life experiences of having cared for too much, probably having let in people very easily into my life and having been disappointed and hurt, or maybe it's just that I am that kind of a person; a seemingly jovial, extremely difficult to offend, and a man with an obnoxiously infective laughter who gets awkward and cracks stupid jokes around people and situations which evoke a sentimental response.  But when I am with you, I feel like a whole new person. I feel like this sixteen year old kid who is madly attracted to this girl he just met. I feel like letting down all my guards, throwing them away. Actually, I don't want that guard to be anywhere close whenever I am around you.  I don't know what school of romance or love I belong to, but right from the time I have met you, I felt like telling you the...

Jackpot

 I am someone who hates people scribbling on books. Especially if it's books borrowed from a library. Especially if it's a book that I'd been wanting to read for a long time. And if it's scribbled with a pen, I find such people monstrous. As I opened this book I'd borrowed from the library, I couldn't but notice how much you'd scribbled. There was a note on almost every page of the book. I initially cursed you for that. Gave you the choicest of the scoldings.  It was when I read the notes you'd made when I could get an insight into your mind. The English dictionary has no words to describe those tiny notes you'd written in the most ugly handwritings ever. Started wondering if you're a doctor. But I'm glad you're not.  Had to bribe the librarian to let me know who the borrower was.  You must've thought I was the most absurd creature ever to walk in to your office and ask you outon a date. That was the kind of impact your notes had.  Yo...