When his 'I Love You' feels as 'Dear love, shame on you!' Okay, I was dying to tell you this that I really love you, but wait, I don't know what is love! How can I know if I love you? Wait, for what? Lately, there was this guy who was showering I love you's on me and was even blabbering in an exaggerated manner all day long that the day before a girl said the same to him. Does that seem so easy? I mean open your mouth in a flash, said, just like that. Do you really mean when you say that? Are you willing to acknowledge what your 'I love you' signifies? Do you even know what you just said? You said that you love me. Love me for what? Yeah, don't look at me bewildered, tell me what you love. You said 'I love you'. Does that mean you love me? Love me for what? What aspects of me are objects of your affection? The impeccable way I style my Clothes? The flawless makeup I put on? The sexy way I own the dance floor? Yeah? This notion is gener...
A never-felt-before turbulent calmness. It was dusty enough that I couldn't see, so dusty that I had to close my eyes! Amidst the dusty stormy winds, my heartfelt calm, calm like a summer breeze, calm yet turbulent like the seas . Aha! don't worry not stagnant like still water. My vision felt something like that when catastrophically devastated cities begin looking forward towards rebuilding themselves. When destructive sights are absent yet normalcy is amiss too. As if the drought-dried land is ready to welcome the first shower of rain. Never felt such distinctive calmness; for me, it was either raging storms or the momentary peace when these racing, howling winds eventually settled down. I used to have storms and hurricanes inside but then they eventually settled down to peace. Sometimes happiness doesn't lie in getting what or who you want but in cherishing the object of your affection and the time spent with it, only to end up caressing the memories later. Looking...