There is something about him!!!

It was my mother who introduced me to him when I was still in school.

I rediscovered him when I was in college, and it was then that I discovered a new side to life.

Ever since he came into my life, smiles have never been hard to come. Life was so much more pleasurable.

I still remember how I chose to spend my time with him, even to the extent of putting away my text books on the eve of my Boards. Needless to say, the fixation continued through college, to this day. And hopefully, still will.

Through him I also found some new friends, and also got to know newer facets of my other friends.

He's one of my favourite topics of conversation - get me started, and I'll go on for hours and hours about him and his works. I come to a halt whenever I come across his name anywhere, and sometimes, it is with great reluctance that I step away. (That too, when I'm forced to!)

Fortunately for me, he's a favourite with half my family as well. I can discuss him with my mother, and even my grandfather!!!

He's made me wake up and smile in the middle of the night. He's made me laugh sitting all alone in buses and trains. He's been my inseparable companion during many journeys and waits. He was with me even through my admission process. In fact, another girl in the queue recognized him, and we had a short conversation about him then :)

He has helped me through some of my darkest days. If it hadn't been for him, I'd have thrown in the towel long ago. He showed me there was so much in life to enjoy and be grateful for.

There is one thing about him I don't like - his unfinished business... It sometimes makes me feel really sad, the way he left it half-done. So, I avoid thinking about it.

I absolutely adore him, as do many others across the world, and can't imagine a life without him. I just can't get enough of him.

In my eyes, he has only one rival. Almost. A 11 year-old. But they are each so good in their own way, that there is really no comparison between the two. And I love the rival too.

The man who changed everything, the writer whose works I 'devour', whose humour keeps me up half the night, and whose humour keeps me going - P.G. Wodehouse, you're an absolute gem.

(The rival is William Brown, the other W whose adventures I can't get enough of...)