The Cinematic Interludes Of My Life.

If Bollywood could fit into a classroom with all it's boisterous bustling,
and squeeze through it's crevices to be embodied by a girl,I'd claim to know her well.
She's sheathing herself in colours new-scaled like butterfly wings,layered in dramaticism and sentiment.
And when you brush off against her good charms,she leaves a trail of glitter dust on your skin,just like butterfly wings.
Is she not pretty paranoia in every shade of pink?
Her liquid brown eyes,fluid like the action of the 70mm reel,
Her smile like the groovy numbers so lovable.
And her voice so sweet-that holds in it the warmth  of happy endings and heartfelt reunions.
If Bollywood could fit into a classroom,she would begin to grow on you,too.