Andhra Maverick

I went to the liquor store Friday afternoon on my bicycle, bought a bottle of Scotch and put it in the bicycle basket. As I was about to leave, I thought to myself that if I fell off the bicycle, the bottle would break.  So I drank all the Scotch before I cycled home.  It turned out to be a very good decision because I fell off my bicycle seven times on the way home.

Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house, in trigonometric lane. There I saw you with your cute circular face, conical nose and spherical eyes, standing in your triangular garden. Before seeing you my heart was a null set, but when a vector of  a particular magnitude from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart, my heart differentiated. My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only you can solve by making good binary relation with me. The tangent of my love for you extends to infinity.  I promise that I should not resolve you into partial fractions but if I do so, you can integrate me by applying the limits from zero to infinity. You are as essential to me as an element to a set. The Geometry of my life revolves around your acute personality. My love! if you do not meet me at Parabola restaurant on date 10 at sunset, when the sun is making an angle of 160 degrees, my heart would be like solved by polynomial of degree 10. With