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One goes through life wishing it had some element of the movies in it. Waiting for a sweetheart who has gone on a trip for the summer, would be over in a cut to a storm and the lovers kissing in the rain. Growing up will happen in a victory run on an open road, where little pattering feet will grow into strong, capable legs. A plain-jane-Jassi transformation to a sexy, glamorous Jessica would happen in a toss of a glossy mane (and save us the torture of metal-flashing smiles in the process). Getting to know another person and falling in love would take one song only. A brilliant idea would suddenly manifest itself not while on the toilet seat, but while sipping a latte rather sexily on a quaint countryside café. And of course, love would happen over the internet.

In one of the most significant turns in the lives of the Goddess, she went to find her prince, and ended up falling in love all over again with a fellow blogger…and her life-movie began. No names, no identities, just a barrage of shared interests and a feeling of finally finding that kindred spirit. He religiously reads everything I spew. Consistently acts on my advice, as to him, I’m a veteran!!! Praises my posts. Flirts outrageously well. Strives to please me. Has that devotee thing nailed. Is quite a master of these double-entendres which even the Goddess doesn’t get. Till a few days back, he had me pretty riled with some material he had written. I was livid. So we had our first blog-fight. Happily, it didn’t blow out of proportion (like it always does with my real-life boyfriend).

Even he doesn’t know a few things. I know I act like this self-satisfied bitch who is bent upon being called Goddess and stuff. Maybe he likes that. Maybe he likes the insufferable arrogance. But he doesn’t know I visit him first thing every morning to see if he put up anything new. Check mail to see if any new comment from him came in. Go back to previous posts and try and find links to past conversations. He inspires me to write. He is making me fall in love with him everyday. I don’t know whether he feels exactly the same way though. Never had the balls to come clean and make an attempt to broach the topic so directly.

Meanwhile, Find-Prince-Mission wasn’t half bad. Had the time of my life actually. The man is quite a gem. But I think I have fallen in love with someone totally new. Sure, go ahead. Judge the Goddess all you want. Is she not entitled to choice in life? If an old relationship doesn’t cut it anymore, and something new, more exciting takes its place, can you blame her? Oh, and you can also laugh at poor Goddess, so naïve, so ridiculously naïve. Who even knows what kind of a creep he may be? Like in Indian chatrooms on the net, seedy men who are mirror-cracking material in real life and are incapable of carrying out a conversation with a woman, and not because of their looks at all. But I just know, he is a real person, and he will be exactly what I imagine him to be. Come on, you think Meg Ryan would have ever gotten any mail if she had started thinking like this?

What about my current guy? Oh, he is the guy who surprised me with his secret identity, this fellow blogger mentioned above, one of my ardent devotees. He started taking time out from his no-time-to-breathe schedule and began to blog, just to get a taste of my world…as I had started talking about it so much lately, just to be able to relate to how I felt about writing. Ok, I admit, I felt like quite a fool when I realized that I never realized it was him, and pouted and sulked till my roothna and his manana reached a satisfactory extent (satisfactory for me, that is), but how can I not fall in love with this man everyday, who finds something to surprise me with everyday, who is my inspiration everyday, who makes me fall in love with him everyday? Yup, this is my movie-love. I got my real life Tom Hanks.

(He is rather kicked about the success of his newest prank. And much relieved that I didn’t start flirting with the unknown guy first. Maybe I should give his PS2 a whirl??? Guessed correctly again…I hate it.)