Spinach - in the taste of mango

what matters to me the most? Is it brain, Is it beauty or Is it style? My mind fancies an image whenever it finds someone of my age having the above three qualities.
Approximately once in every week I queue up my memory with an image of a new girl. Then, counting the weeks between the time I got interested in counter creation of God till date, I had placed around 260 girls in my mind. Few of them are affecting other parts of my mind, but its ok as drinks does the same. Every memory in there is because of some reason, which falls under the three categorical qualities brain, beauty and style.
I never knew that someday I would be meeting a fabulous girl having all the qualities that I am in hunt for. She will be the compendium of the entire thing I was excited about. She was the one I never thought of meeting one day. Now, without over exaggerating I must say that I liked her.
Crushed by the intellect she had shown to other but reflected on to me. Transfixed by the natural imagery she used to carry with herself and wounded by the Cupid’s arrow she fired on me with the bow of her looks.
Initially, negativity flowed inside me through each artery and then to the lymph. I started questioning myself for the efforts that I didn’t put into my studies at the time when it was required the most. I was unhappy at the place where happiness was flowing heavily in the air. All my friends were satisfied with what they achieved to be a part of dream college tour. But among them I was like a floating rock in ocean, not satisfied with what I achieved but tensed because my place was not there. My place was near a hill, to breathe the chill and to dress myself with the attires of milky white and feathery snow.
Realization popped in me and then I realized what I should be doing from the moment onwards.
I still remember the last line of my fav. Poem If - Rudyard Kipling that

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Without loosing the theme, I want to say that this girl was like a fairy to me. Showed herself to me for a couple of days and went away to ......
I got some inspiration of rejuvenating my self and to be the one who are surrounded by fairies on the basis of their greatness.
In the above lines, I have not mentioned about the allotted part of my memory to the one I will be in love with, rather I categorized it just into three divisions.
The reason is that, the space, which our love will take into our brain, is negligible to what she will take into our heart. She makes our heart as her second home and one day she becomes the owner of it.

Dedicated to N.J