“I’m just a girl, standing in front
of a boy, asking him to love her.”
If only it was as easy
as Julia Roberts made it sound, right? Or maybe it is. As I finish watching Notting Hill for the umpteenth time, it
makes me wonder. Why should loving someone come with the package of wet pillows
and blue music?
Let
me tell you something: love is everything it’s deemed to be. It’s crazy,
cranky, silly, sappy, illogical and immature. It’s passion and poetry wrapped
in the form of a human being. It’s the 15-year-old giggling in your 30-something
body. It’s wobbly knees and a butterfly tummy. It’s benches and dried leaves
and letters and photographs. It’s someone who makes you stay awake till 5am despite
your droopy eyes, and run to the airport because you just can’t seem
to say goodbye. It’s the big box of memories whose lid refuses to break or
close. It’s holding on and letting go. It’s the scariest dream and the
prettiest nightmare, flying and falling at the same time. It’s having all the
air around you sucked out and seeing your world build up and fall apart and
being too smitten and too helpless to catch the broken pieces. It’s the right
person at the wrong time and the wrong person at the right time and time being
a wicked witch. It’s all of this, and so much more; so much more we’ll never
know.
My
sparse knowledge of this vast concept has led me to the conclusion, that of all
the things it is and will ever be, may it never be basic. May all the mundane
be on one side and the royal mess of your love affair stand with its coy pride.
May all the myths of shooting stars and white horses and fiery princesses and
knights in shining armours see the light of reality. May it sustain your senses
and drive you insane. Because if love wasn't simple and complex and magic and
madness, what else would it be? Amen, Amen, Amen.
Carrie Bradshaw and my bucket of ice cream await.
Till I write again,
Creative Insanity.
You know you always put into words what I feel inside. Reading this reminded of my first butterflies and first heart break at the same time. You have coaxed out a bucket load of emotions and memories. Thank you for that and do keep on writing this way. :D
ReplyDeleteAnd you ALWAYS manage to encourage me to write more. It's because of supporting friends and readers like you that I get the will to never put my pen down. Thank you bucketloads. :)
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