posted March 20, 2004 09:12 PM              

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posted March 21, 2004 08:32 PM              

Her sandy brown hair was streaked in a honey blonde color that curled till the middle of her back like a mermaid. Her ocean colored eyes seemed to be sparkling brightly, even though they gave a sort of dreamy look to her. As if she lived on a vague rainbow in a Lewis Carroll world.

Infact... at times it seemed that she did live on a Lewis Carroll rainbow, far far away from reality.

posted March 21, 2004 09:03 PM              

"Impossible," she exclaimed. "Mercury, you told me, can never be more than, like, 40° from your Sun. You must mean Aries."

"Aries! What did I just say?"

"Leo...so I have Mercury and Mars in Aries?"

"Yes, quite, and you're Pisces Rising...I used p.m. instead of a.m...ah, I have not got much sleep recently. I just saw an old episode of I Dream of Jeannie on the telly here in the lab, and I thought I had better call. I have known for a few months, I wish I had called you earlier."

"Uh, yes, so do I. I would have gotten along better with that last Scorpio I went with. So now my opposite sign is a Virgo, huh? This really changes...well, everything..."

"Yes...well, please forgive me, I..."

"Oh no...it's, it's fine...I think I prefer to be the final sign, and a Water girl...I don't think I was really cracked up to be such an Airy creature...you know, I always seem to have everyone tell me all their problems over and over, so I kind of thought I must be a Pisces...and a Triple one, wow...pretty gnarly...well, thank you for the call, have fun with those Frenchies."

"Yes, and I'll call you when I get back to the States...ciao."

"Ciao."

posted March 22, 2004 08:10 AM              

Was it his hypnotic sapphire eyes that mesmerized every woman from nine to ninety? Or was it in his sensually ample lips that could melt the woman whose lips they touched?
He was a sensual combination of Irish as well as Celtic features. With a thick yet silky mane of ebony that fell beautifully till his shoulders and a skin that was a few shades away from being translucent, he was certainly a stunner. His well-chiseled face was modeled in such a way that he could choose when or when not to display an expression.

His body was lean and athletic, yet powerful from within. In his six-foot two-inch frame he made a commanding figure.

posted March 22, 2004 08:16 AM              

"Remember me?" He asked Jeanine, staring at her with his intense eyes that spoke of hushed desires.

Jeanine gulped before she replied, "Why ofcource i remember you, Capt. Liam O'Connell."

posted March 22, 2004 10:08 AM              

"Oh how rude of me," realizing she was once again lost in a pisces dream, "May i get you a drink?"

"Thanks, I'd like that." he replied with a boyish twinkle in his eye.

She smiled and turned, heading towards the kitchen...returning after a few minutes with a smile of embarrasment

"I'm really sorry, but i seem to have forgotten to update all my groceries, hence im kinda like mother hubbard with a bare cupboard..." she babbled, feeling a lil tense

A soft smile came up on his face, more serene than sexy, "Well... there's this quaint thai restaurant thats near the gallery we met at. I'd love to take you out to dinner."

posted March 22, 2004 11:37 AM              

Since Jeanine realized that she was allergic to certain thai ingredients they decided to go to an Indian one

A pleasant woman in a silk sari escorted them to a cozy corner table and offered them a choice between an English menu and a Hindi menu. Jeanine chose the Hindi menu, “Humein Hindi bahut acchi tarah se aati hai!”

Liam was bedazzled by that, she didn’t even seem to have an American accent when she spoke that.

The staff was enamored by her and treated her as if she was their favorite patron.
They served Jeanine and Liam complimentary Lassi, a drink comprising mainly of buttermilk and numerous dry fruits and numerous garnishes. Liam found it the most delicious thing ever and ordered a double.
Jeanine ordered a sumptuous meal of Aloo Parantha’s (an Indian bread that was stuffed with potatoes), Amritsari Kukad (a chicken dish that was believed to have originated from the Indian city, Amritsar), and a serving of Kadhai Paneer (a creamy and delicious concoction of cottage cheese and numerous spices).

The Host, a Mr. Gurvinder Singh Khera personally came to their table to greet them. He was a jolly robust man in a turban with a glorious moustache and beard, wearing a traditional Indian garment known as a Kurta Pajama.

“Sat Sri Alak Sardarji!” Jeanine greeted the man, who was taken aback by her.

“Sat Sri Alak Biba!” the man replied merrily.

“Humein Punjabi ziada nahin aati, lekin humein Hindi bahut acchi tarah aati hai.”

“Koi gal nahin Biba, Tussi khub mauj masti karo.” He was glowing. It was so rare to find an American who spoke his mother tongue so fluently.

“Khaana bahut changa hai!” she said smiling sweetly.

The man began to blush and told the waiter to serve them another round of Lassi, and informed Jeanine that their dessert was on the house.

“Shukriaji, Sat Sri Akal!”
Jeanine ordered Gaajar da Halwa (a delicious carrot based pudding) and two bowls of Kheer (a rice and milk preparation that Liam couldn’t get enough of).

When they left the restaurant, Liam could help but ask about how come she could speak the language so fluently.

“Well, you see…” she began, “My dad was in the army. Since I was his only child and all, he didn’t want me to be shacked up in some military academy. So he took me wherever he went, and everywhere I went, I learnt the native language.”

“Interesting, what other native languages do you know?” he asked

“Well, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Urdu, German, French, and bits and pieces of Greek.” She replied as if she were talking about something trivial.

Liam was impressed. "You’ve also been to the countries from where they are spoken?”

“Yeah, my dad was in the army, hence we moved throughout the world.”

“Must have been fun.”

“Depends on your definition of fun.” She asked him to stop his car as they had reached her apartment.

“I’d like to see you again sometime.” He said, fixing his sapphire eyes upon her emerald ones.

She smiled, “You believe in destiny?”

He nodded.

“Well, if fate brings us together then we shall meet again indeed.”

With that she turned and entered the apartment building.

posted March 22, 2004 11:51 AM              

(to the waiters at the restaurant)
Jeanine:Humein Hindi bahut acchi tarah se aati hai (I understand the language Hindi)

(when the host comes up)

Jeanine: Sat Sri Alak Sardarji! (Greetings SIR)

HOST: Sat Sri Alak Biba! (Greetings Young Lady)

Jeanine:Humein Punjabi ziada nahin aati, lekin humein Hindi bahut acchi tarah aati hai. (I dont know much punjabi but i know hindi really well <Punjabi is another language in india which in speaking terms is quiet similar to hindi, generally spoken in the northern state of punjab> )

HOST: Koi gal nahin Biba, Tussi khub mauj masti karo. (No worries Young Lady, enjoy yourselves here)

Jeanine: Khaana bahut changa hai! (The Food is Amazing)

(at the end of it all)

Jeanine: Shukriaji, Sat Sri Akal! (Thankyou, Goodnight)

posted March 23, 2004 12:33 PM              

As she walked up the stairs to her suite, digesting her meal, along with the events of the day, she became aware of the smile on her lips, causing her to burst out into a self amused chuckle..."Gawd, I'm so pathetic...He's only a dude. Probably another closet monster, like all the rest", she told herself. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that something important was about to happen to her.