Dear Love,
They all tell me that finding you is difficult than going to space. You are the item that disappears in the Bermuda Triangle, and everybody waits for it to return. Time passes slowly, and suddenly you make a comeback like some superhero from a comic book. All hope is restored in the universe.
But, that is not how our relationship has been. We have been like Tom and Jerry. Tirelessly running and hiding from each other. On some days, you would come as a storm and on rare days you would turn out to be a calming breeze. You were like that uninvited guest on whom I would slam the door.
Maybe we became bitter because I expected you to be perfect, after being overdosed by sugary rom-coms and “Mills and Boone” novels. Right now, after so many years of chasing, I realized that you might not be like Simaran dancing in the fields for me, neither I am docile like Raj. We both got scammed by Bollywood. I was always looking for you elsewhere that you never got the chance to be found within me or in my friends. I am glad that you are all about second chances.
I have discovered you in a new way. Within myself, my travels, my work. It feels more calming to be with you now. No expectations, we are going with the flow. Tom and Jerry finally are living in the same house without burning it down. I fear that I might lose you anytime, but it is okay. I might find you again in a better place. Cheers to both of us for coming along this far!
Yours truly,
They all tell me that finding you is difficult than going to space. You are the item that disappears in the Bermuda Triangle, and everybody waits for it to return. Time passes slowly, and suddenly you make a comeback like some superhero from a comic book. All hope is restored in the universe.
But, that is not how our relationship has been. We have been like Tom and Jerry. Tirelessly running and hiding from each other. On some days, you would come as a storm and on rare days you would turn out to be a calming breeze. You were like that uninvited guest on whom I would slam the door.
Maybe we became bitter because I expected you to be perfect, after being overdosed by sugary rom-coms and “Mills and Boone” novels. Right now, after so many years of chasing, I realized that you might not be like Simaran dancing in the fields for me, neither I am docile like Raj. We both got scammed by Bollywood. I was always looking for you elsewhere that you never got the chance to be found within me or in my friends. I am glad that you are all about second chances.
I have discovered you in a new way. Within myself, my travels, my work. It feels more calming to be with you now. No expectations, we are going with the flow. Tom and Jerry finally are living in the same house without burning it down. I fear that I might lose you anytime, but it is okay. I might find you again in a better place. Cheers to both of us for coming along this far!
Yours truly,
