Well, there I was sitting in Rajesh’s room listening to some amazingly beautiful AR Rahman songs, when suddenly I was transported to times gone by.
The songs literally took me back to days when I was in love. Like someone’s said “It’s better to have loved and lost, than not to have loved at all.” I’m what people would call ‘an incurable romantic’ at heart. I absolutely love falling in love, and being in love. The simple fact being that I’ve fallen in love at least thrice and by now I guess I’ve kind of figured what true love is all about. What follows in this post is going to sound extremely cliched and filmi, but then I’m going to post it anyways.
According to me, true love is about giving and not expecting anything else in return. When I was in love for the first time, I guess I kind of expected a little too much from the relationship and that probably turned out to be the reason it bombed. Plus the fact that I was a nerdy young, angry teenager at that time didn’t help matters either.
The second time was quite awesome. She was my best friend for such a long time, that it seems quite funny how it all eventually ended up. We used to do everything together. We were like new born pups, always together. People could never see either of us individually, we just had to be with each other, through everything, thick and thin, fire and ice, wind and rain. Through all those long walks, lovely evenings, amazing chats, I got to know so much more about myself, which I probably would’ve never ever dared to explore.
By the time the third time happened, I had kind of begun to realise what true love was all about. This time around was all about giving and caring.
Anyways, the gist of this post is all about the wonderful feeling of being in love, and the amazing emotional baggage that it brings along with it. Loving someone is probably the most selfless thing that I’ve done in my life. I gave it my all without expecting anything in return, and I ended up having the most happiest days of my life so far.
An incurable romantic…………Jam