Notting Hill

A beauty queen of silver screen Of Hollywood came down to London. Anna by name, in love she had fallen At first sight with a guy of London, When she went to his bookstall. It is not her maiden love. But it is his; he was in blush. It was she who kissed him first. It was she who initiated him. They had their love and love making. A scandal spread and she fled. Anna repaired for an Oscar Award. She went to see him of her own accord. She in high pedestal, far to grasp, He was rational to reject her grasp. Anna was in terrible pain From the unexpected slain. ‘Famous though she is, She too is a girl And stands before a boy, Asking his love’ She said and went out. It gave his heart a dent. He dashed and met her in a press meet. She was answering questions put to her. ‘I had to leave soon’ ‘The English guy is more than a friend’. It soothed her lover, who was by then there, Of whose presence she was unaware. The press meet was about to close, Before which he was allowed to ask, ‘You, as his more than a friend, Can reconcile your decision made with him? ’ ‘Yes’, she said, her warmth wafting to him. A final question from some other quarter, ‘How long will you stay in England? ’ ‘Indefinitely.’ Only they both understood the significance. Big and small, they had souls. They had vibes to be a whole. Is it Julia Robert, the actress, Or Anna, the character, Who caused the other the great? 20.04.2001, Pmdi