My Aesthetic Sense

I am an over ambitious man I am in search of my ideal. she must be so beautiful that fairies of heaven when look at her are paralyzed. For last seventy years (Yes my search started when I was only two years old.) I have been looking for my beloved who is yet to be loved! The women whom I found inclined to respond my love were neither truthful nor honest they all were corrupts. My mighty wife took advantage of it. My failures to find my ideal gave her an opportunity to capture my body and soul. What could I do? Now, I am her slave. Might is right!