Ask what is the most beautiful thing in this world. My answer would be : 'A woman'.

Well! this is no reason for anybody to think that I am licentious or immoral in any way. Even at 25 I have not found a girl friend. Forget about an intimate relationship, I've never had even a close friendship with girls. The only two women in my life are my grandmother and my mother. I don't have a sister. And everybody else is like anybody else : as far as a distant star.
At the onset of my youth, I found myself in a college where there were only 2-3 inattractive girls in a herd of 500 boys. Then my first job at Mumbai was a 12 hr duty. I found hardly any girls on my way to office early in the morning, although I travelled more than 70 kms a day. I had to push myself into a local train meant only for men. So I preferred to have a nap during that journey. The most familiar face in the office was that of the monitor of my computer. By the time I returned home , it used to be 11 o'clock. You don't find good girls in the street at night.
Then at the next job at Vizag too, the conditions were not so favorable.
Now I am again at Mumbai, the things are improving, but that zest and zeal, that attraction seeems to have vanished. I feel like an 85 year old man in search of salvation from the cycle of birth and death (as they say in spiritualism). I feel like going to the Himalayas and doing penance. But I don't go because I knoe that it would serve no purpose. I feel like something fundamental has changed within me. A phenomenon that is irreparable and irrevokable. Somewhere I am growing beyond a person, beyond an individual, into something that is much more than that. I am not surprised with it, but I didn't expect it so early. So such is the story. Some say that life without a woman is miserable, while some say that a woman brings misery to life.
But I feel that a woman is the best creation of God. I just wonder how he could resist a woman when he created her. If I were in his place, I would have kept the woman for myself and would ahve made all the men gays. Such is the beauty of her. When the testosterone is at its boiling point, the fingers automatically type some address of some pornographic site. That is a part of the beauty of a woman. But that's not everything.
I don't always dare to look into the eyes of women. But when I recall some eyes that I have peeped into, I can recollect the things that poets have described. In that brief interaction, I don't have the time to look below the eyes. I dive into the eyes and come back, not to look at her again. But the woman feels that I didn't see her, so she doesn't care. That's the only interaction that I have with women and the things remain where they are. Actually I may have the daring to face an entire battalion of the enemy single-handedly, but I can't dare to go and talk to a woman who is stranger. I am such a strange man. Not afraid that a woman would be annoyed or would become violent but doubtful of :'Is she the one?'. So it seems for years to come, it would be status quo.