You have seen her, Haven't you?

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?