Something from the old me!
My last post was a literal tease and I literally blew up the romance in it, and I intend to do the same here. Only I am hoping that by the end I start making a little sense, and give some kind of respect to the feeling called ‘love’.
Warning: I do not intend to hurt anyone, it’s purely innocent!
What exactly changes this day? Please, tell me!!
Only Sheldon gets me 😀
So, before you ask me, here’s the answer…
Ummm, I’ll have to see if I get all the wine or not 😉
Well, I’ll be with Harry. If you now what I mean 😉
Again, Sheldon gets me.
Oh, please do it right away!
Okay, I know, giving too much importance to myself here!!
But, I guess, it’s no big deal 😀
Okay, now jokes apart!
I teased too much I guess. But it’s only because I hate it when I see people taking love so callously. I mean how is it easy for some people to play with such a pious feeling? Every year it’s a joke and more of a show off than the real feeling. It’s like with changing gifts and roses and cards, the person to whom they are giving it to, also changes. I just hate this fact about us. That’s it! Again, I realise, not every one is so, and hence the following 😀
In all honesty, I attach a little sonnet below, for love, to love and with lots and lots of love.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. That’s it!
It is an ever fixed mark!
It is not time’s fool.
It is love, now and ever after, even when things are darkest!
So, here’s wishing you all a very Happy Valentine’s Day. May there be lots and lots of love in every heart!
Person: Why are you still single?
Me: I am still finding my perfect match! (Because I don’t have anything else to say.)
Person: Seriously? There are like 6 billion people on this planet, and you don’t like anyone yet?
Me: I am still finding that special someone with whom I can actually connect. (Now desperately wanting out of this conversation)
Person: You know what I read recently that everyone of us has 1.5 million potentially perfect matches out there.
Me: (Staring. Not speaking. Thinking. Questioning myself. Thinking exactly what have I been doing?)
Person: Listening? 1.5 million!!!
Me: Uuuummmmm, but you know what I am pretty sure that among those 1.5 million people no one will come above books to me 😀 (What better way than a little bit of humor, to literally end this.)
Person: Rolls his eyes at me.
Me: (But really 1.5 million? And yet, somehow I manage to ruin my relationship with everyone.)
PS: The above little information of the ratio of perfect matches; was shared by the Australian relationship experts Barbara and Allan Pease, at the Times Litfest in Delhi. (My source of information is the newspapers)
These days we have various relationships, you have someone specifically for going shopping, someone special with whom you go buying books, someone with whom you go on dinners, and someone with whom you can talk on and on…
I don’t know much about emailing friends and writing letters having done it scarcely but all I can say about this is I feel immensely exultant when I have someone whom I can talk to in writing. I cannot say for others but I have some friends with whom I might not have met often, with whom I never shopped, neither went on dinners but when we ‘talk’ it is absolutely different, it is almost like no one else can understand you.
These very few and precious friends of mine obviously do get sometimes frustrated with my callous ignorance but they are always there. We might not even call each other; just texting would suffice where we would pour our hearts out. (It is almost like ‘You’ve got mail!)
You know, texting may sound weird, but when someone truly loves you they don’t just say ‘k’ or ‘cool’ they just ramble on and honestly I love these people who know I won’t be able to express myself unless in writing and who would take out their time and literally ‘type’ out long messages for you. It is like they care for you and not for the fact that they you don’t have much time to go out with them since you are long apart.
It is totally different from other relationships, without any expectations apart from the fact that they’d listen to you and it is purely precious. Otherwise where do you get such people these days, who’d listen to you and your unending pathetic feelings instead of going out in a club and shutting out your voices beneath the loud music?