Of times when I put on my Love-Guru uniform.

A hate message here and a sad poem there. The world, or may be the whole universe, is running away from this sacred emotion with the speed of light. It tears me off to see status updates like, 'Love doesn't exist', 'Screw you Mr. beloved', 'Who cares, f**k love', 'My friend is in love, poor soul, God bless' so on and so forth. Thanks to the movies Pyar ka punchnama, shaadi ke side effects, etc for adding in that extra seasoning. 

True that times have changed and it's not easy to find someone you can rely on blindly. True that the cases of infidelity and divorce are sky high. And sometimes things get messy even in the most perfect relationships.
But why do we blame the stupid cupid for all the worries?
Why can't we just give it one more chance? What if it works out this time? What if this person makes you forget about every other idiot you met but didn't deserve? What if he/she is actually the one? 

Being in love is like touching heaven while alive. Like butterflies in your belly dawn to sunset. A web so divinely intertwined with the strings of eternal purity. The feel of a dreamy star bed or enchanting purple lilacs. It's an incredibly beautiful state like no other. 

This little post is for every single soul out there who thinks love is not meant for him/her. If you already have someone, thank him for everything he/she has ever done for you. Cherish your bond and be honest to each other, irrespective of the infinite differences. And those of you still searching, believe that love's not biased or dwelling exclusively in the riches, it is bound to fill the void in your heart someday. It definitely will follow you in the dark and take you home. Hold onto trust, you strong creature, live it up and live it full. 

Tune into Regina Spektor 'Fidelity'. Thank me later ! 

Like a Rose

A cyclone swirls inside her aching heart. Constantly she trembles with fear and anxiousness. Sweating in the middle of chilly winter night clenching the blue bedsheet in her petite palms. Circling around her circular couch for 30 long minutes. The captivating TV series is taking a toll on her. At last, she choose to pull a text.

"Give me two minutes, Ill reply back", her attention on the screen.
"I'll be waiting", he said, dying to talk to her.
After an hour and half, jumping out of the bed in immense shock, she dials his number.
"I'm so sorry. Got stuck with this thrilling series, you should watch this. Awfully grasping".
"I'm fine. Take as much time as you want. I think you should stick onto it and forget the talk or even better, do one thing - just SLEEP", he feels taken for granted. It's not the first time she do such a thing.
Metal Cuff-lings? Xbox? iShower? Coffee Machine? Bean Bag?, scrolling down the flurry list of online shopping things to choose from, she thinks of apologizing in a gift-way.
"What do you like the most - Parties, Gaming, lazing around, having coffee, or simply being in water all day?", she tries to act smart and seeks for a helpful answer.
"I like your thrilling TV series more".
"Tell me no".
"If you gifting me, don't waste money. I'll ask if I'd need anything".
"No way, I'm just increasing my knowledge you know. Not gifting or something. Not even thinking about it. Not even on any online shopping website now. Not even biting my nails. Oh please".
"Get back to work. We are good. I'm not angry".
"I screwed it up. Yesterday I did it again and I want to make up somehow. What should I do? Now was planning a surprise and you caught me. God, I'm hopeless".
"You surprise me every single moment. When you try to plan a surprise, you surprise me. When you blabber out all the secrets while asking questions, you surprise me. When you show care and love even more than my mom, you surprise me. When you talk about subjects pertaining to national interests with zero GK, you surprise me. When you help me with microwave notes, you surprise me. When you show up at my place without prior notifications, you surprise me. When you treat me with box full of my favorite chocolates, you surprise me. When you take a stand on my behalf and not just play around, you surprise me. When I wake up to your adorable WhatsApp texts, you surprise me. When you doze off while talking late night on phone, you surprise me. When you finish off the KFC bucket alone while pretending not to be hungry, you surprise me. When you come out of shower feeling cold and ask me instead to wear jacket, you surprise me. When I wish to run away with you and live on our own, you surprise me. When I think of you as my wife and not girlfriend, you surprise me".

"Crap. You're making me blush so bad I can donate liters of blood in one go".
"You're my sunshine. Last night, I never yelled intentionally. It was just.. "
"Sshh, I know. My fault".
"Drop it now. I don't want to fight".
"Neither do I. Let's grab some lunch together".
"FOOD. What else do you talk about usually?"
"Shut up it's 2. Lunch time. What?"
"Ha ha, Dab some gloss and make your hair. Will pick you in five minutes".

And then they go on a date and eat all the stuff up and get obese and still make nah nothing. I'm making this last line up.
Anyway, you must be wondering, what's with me writing dialogues now-a-days. Not wondering? I am intending to tell you, don't you get it? Well, I enjoy dialogue so much, I don't even have to think and take stress before penning them. Nice no. Gimme feedback okay?
Love!