On a much lighter note, this post is about the endless quest for alien life. It started when I read the poem A man’s heart and told The Hallucinating Angel, Nidhi, I wanted someone to feel this about me:
She makes my heart pound with just a blink
And leaves me in this state of pique
She has become the centre of my universe
And I shall keep revolving around her for eternity to come.
Excerpted from A man’s heart on Hallucinations of an Angel.
Nidhi suggested we create lists and publish them on our blogs. “Breathing” was my first item, but that was not good enough, so we talked about the details. You can see her handwritten list at Hallucinations of an Angel.
I was talking to a friend last evening and we joked that I should call this “the search for aliens.” Because who can take me except for Martians?
I managed to fill a page with my unreadable scrawl. Don’t read it… Look at the stickers.