Me and Him I

I read somewhere....


Love marriages around the world are simple:
Boy loves girl. Girl loves boy.
They get married.


In India, there are a few more steps:
Boy loves Girl. Girl loves Boy.
Girl's family has to love boy. Boy's family has to love girl.
Girl's Family has to love Boy's Family. Boy's family has to love girl's family.
Girl and Boy still love each other. They get married...


Mine stopped somewhere in between...
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I suddenly felt like writing something here today....it’s been a while since I came anywhere near to this part of my world..was I too busy??? not really sure if falling in and falling out of love is being called busy at all...Damn! what a phase it has been..and what a phase it is now..I am always amazed at the complexity of love itself..nothing is simpler here..everything has to turn, twist and twirl before it comes to a dead stop!

Though love is truly painfully cruel yet incredibly compulsive phase one can ever go through, it does come out as self-revelation act too! All along, I discovered and re-discovered myself when I was going through the whirlpool of strongest emotions ever. I was never famous for being eloquent about my thoughts, I actually been cajoled many times that I don’t speak what I think or I don’t speak at all. From being tight-lipped to aggressively expressive, my journey through love has been astoundingly different from my original persona! Loving someone unconditionally, caring for someone with so much abandon and going above and beyond for someone, let alone writing about someone is not what I thought I am capable of. I felt I can go to the end of the world for him. He was my Sun, Moon, Desperation and Obsession. When I thought about him, words simply flowed, sentences simply formed and I lost myself and found him in those lines… when I write this now, a intense pain engulf me and pull me into gloom. I can’t help but say, blessed are those who never had the taste of love and its aftermath!

As I sit here alone and lonely with all emotions spent, like a broken doll...my heart thuds with a dull pain and conflicting feeling of loss and anticipation. My heart still keeps hoping that he comes back..SOME DAY!