Michael For Me
Posted On Sunday, June 28, 2009 at at 15:54 by Aryamaa
I can’t forget those days when I was absolutely crazy for Michael. Those days were silent, intimate days of my adolescence. When I first saw little Michael singing as a member of the Jackson 5 in a show telecasted by MTV, he seemed to me a precocious performer. I was enchanted by his black loveliness and elegant smile. My fondness gradually took the shape of strong fascination for Michael thereafter when I saw more of his earliest videos of solo performance. Then a time came when my young adolescent heart started yearning for his nearness. I cried for him, I dreamt him, screamed to be with him practically. I felt for some time, I am in love; so deep, profound, endless but it all halted when I met another crazy young heart equally in love, in fact more, with this inimitable icon. I consoled my broken heart that I am just a fan.
I was shocked when I got the news of his demise. My heart broke and felt wayward to believe the truth. How early he left us, all crazy fans who still hoped to see more of him, his wild performance and his sweet pleasing presence in this mortal world.Michael was my first attraction who inspired my emotions to unfold its wings. He was the first fascination who introduced me to the world of western music. I will be his crazy fan forever. I loved you Michael.
By Pranatiy Saikia