Aren’t you so used to being loved? Being kissed to sleep?
Isn’t love the best thing that could have ever happened to you? That no matter
how close you are to other important people in your life, isn’t he the one who
makes you happy? No matter how hard others strive to keep you happy and sound,
isn’t it his plain ‘I love you’ that makes you the happiest? No matter how much
others care for you from the core of their hearts, isn’t it his hug (even in
the form of a combination of alphabets followed by another combination of
smileys) that makes you feel as if he is the most caring person on earth! No
matter how much your best friends or not that best a friend tries to calm your
anger down, deals with the worst of your temper (more often than not caused by
the same lover in question) patiently, isn’t it that one kiss from him or that
one I love you from him that will automatically convert you into the most
cheerful person on this planet? Why? Is this fair?
Oh. This is what we call love right? And everything is fair
in love, they say! Of course! It must be. No matter how bullshitty a thought it
seems to me, it must be true. Who am I to know?
]But yes, I am fully aware of the ‘fact’ that its Only him
who can convert your sadness into happiness and your happiness into super duper
happiness. Only him, Fair enough. And only his presence can make you feel like
the luckiest person alive. Wait a second. Do you really know for how long he
will stay, he will stick to you? DO you?
And yeah, I know, I most certainly do, that no matter how
important others are, its just him you want to spend every moment of your life
with, if given a chance. Why not? I totally completely understand how you
cannot even imagine a life without him. And when you make public announcements
of how he adds to your happiness and how he is always there for you or when you
make every silly little thing he does for you seem like conquering the moon, I
swear to my copy of PS I love you, it doesn’t make me feel as if I am deprived
of something that you most certainly are enjoying. Why should I feel bad! Its
not like love is important for me, is it? Come on! I am not like you, am i.
only you have the right to feel loved. I don’t crave to be loved, right? Right.
Nothing could be more perfect for me. now before the crew of Desperate
Housewives run after me offering me the lead role, owing to my desperation,
take a break. Come with me.
Here. Do you see this girl over here, listening to songs and
enjoying to the core, the lyrical, musical, instrumental, vocal quality of the
songs and critically examining them by listening to them day in and day out?
She is one of the happiest people around, right? Now take a closer look. I know
the darkness prevents you from her. Come a little more closer please? Can you
now see her enjoying the lyrical beauty of the song and crying herself out to
sleep? Her overly-functioning tear glands producing gallons of tears? Sometimes
silent, sometimes accompanied by muffled voice? Or sometimes just creaming from
within? Can you see her? I’ll tell you more. One thing about her, she is a
fighter. I bet my life, she is one strong woman,. One of her kind. She fights
for what she believes in and stands by what she loves. You’ll never get a
stronger support than her. Love her and then leave her. And when you come back,
she will behave like she was the very day before you left. Just the same her,
always supporting, always loving. She’ll walk the wire to support you and when
she is down in the dumps, she won’t even expect you to help her out. She is a
survivor. She needs you but won’t forcibly demand your attention or help or
care. ( but believe me, you might not realize it now or not in the nearest
future, but, you need her more. Much much more than she needs you)But yes, she
patiently waits. One day, maybe on day, you will truly care. Maybe on fine day
she will feel not so lonely. Loneliness. Yes, you have seen her spotting her
cheerful smile, shouting out loud, partying with friends, always, having the
best of fun. But let me tell you, you aren’t looking inside that darkness which
prevents you from reaching her actual self. Take a closer look at her eyes,
you’ll find Mr. Loneliness there. Her true companion these days. You have seen
her beautifully lined eyes. No matter at what point of time you look at her,
you will find that thick layer of kajal around her eyes. Beauty conscious,
isn’t she? But my friend, you need to know her like the back of your hand and
only then will you realize that she is trying hard, with sir Kajal’s
assistance, to keep Mr. Loneliness safe inside her eyes, out of the reach of
your stares. And guess what? She succeeds. You couldn’t see her, the actual
her. You have seen h er laughing at the silliest of jokes. A little easy, is
she not? You need to sincerely search her eyes to know that she’s preparing
herself for the night’s turn. The darkness falls. She is back in her room. Mr.
Loneliness gets out of his shell makes a grand entry. And her rendezvous with
Mr. Loneliness, no one knows of. Is she in love with Mr. Loneliness, one might
ask. Why does she stick to him always? Carry him everywhere she goes? Hell no,
she ain’t in love with him. The problem is, she is in love. But not with Mr.
Loneliness. Ah! That would have been better. At least His Highness Loneliness
loves her back and never leaves her. Sweet.
She fights hard. Everyday, every second. She wakes up
fighting with Mr. Loneliness. Throughout the day her mind’s busy plotting
against him. But at night, she fails. Miserably fails. She trembles. She
screams for help. Someone rescue her? She’s fierce, angry, but realizes its of
no use. She’s alone. A love warrior. She doesn’t have a weapon. She slowly
succumbs. Fighting till the end, she falls. She finally reaches her now used to
destination. With Over excited tear glands and tightly clutched pillow,
thanking the artist for completely relating to her and understanding her;
reaching out to her. She finds herself in between the lyrics. After so long,
she still do. And then, she smiles. For such a great thing called love ever
happened to her. And the smile slowly gives way to the tear gland’s excitement.
It functions. It works hard, harder than before. And there she lies. Crying
herself to sleep.
You know her. You have seen her. Completely enjoying the
song and falling asleep happily, yes, you have seen her, haven’t you?
