So it’s the
valentine week again. Love is in the air. The patrons of Archies and
Hallmark will leave no stone unturned to ensure that the legacy of St
Valentine is carried forward. Oh! no no...I’ve got nothing against
Valentine’s day. I think I am too old to either endorse it or censure
it. Beyond a point all you can do is just smile- an indifferent smile.
There was, however, a time when like many single people I, too, used to feel miserable around this time of the year. But this was before he came into my life. Yes, I have found my special-someone. We’ve known each other for quite sometime now.
I still remember seeing him for the first time when my friend Shama and I were wandering aimlessly in a mall on that fateful Sunday afternoon. She knew I needed someone like him and that I was on a lookout. In fact she was the one who introduced me to him. As always I wasn’t too sure and thought I might need a second ( or maybe even a third) opinion. “I am not sure if he’s the one I’m looking for, Shama” I said. “Are you crazy? He’s everything you’d need. Intelligent, sturdy, swift, lean...don’t even get me started on his features! And he’s dark too! What else do you want? I think you’re being greedy” she rejoined. Persuaded by her, I decided to give it a try.
Back then I never imagined that we would come this far. Honestly, I did not for a moment think that my love for him would grow deeper and deeper as time passes. It all just started with a casual night out. Once again I owe it to Shama. It was she who suggested that I should ask him to tag along for the long drive that night so that I get to spend some time with him and see if the two of us get along well. I abided. Shama and her husband left the two of us alone in the car while they took their baby to the ice-cream parlour. “I want a performance-report when I return” she said as she smiled before leaving. I blushed. I could sense a deliberate delay in returning on their part so that the two of us get enough time to get familiar. I was new to the whole thing. I was trying hard to figure out things. It felt weird running my fingers on his bare body for the first time. I was apprehensive but excited all the same. The response was equally charged. His quick reflexes suggested that I was somehow pressing the right buttons, as it were. Excuse me if I sound risqué, but I must admit: he was really good. I mean, I never knew he’d last that long. He, indeed, took me by surprise. My ex couldn’t last more than a meagre 45 minutes even when completely charged. But this one, lasted long. Really long. I was happy, and Shama could see the contentment in my eyes once she returned.
I was hanging out with him at my place the other day when Shama came over. “So, are you liking it?” she asked with a glint of curiosity in her eyes. “Yeah he’s good but I am not into him or something yet. We just like spending time together” I said. However, both Shama and I knew I was lying.
I didn’t even realize when this spending-time-together started to grow into something deeper. We share everything. There are times when the both of us just stare at each other without saying a word. All my fatigue induced by a long day at work instantly evaporates when I snuggle in the bed with him. He is a complete package. He makes me laugh, makes me cry, makes me wonder, and, yes, irritates me too at times. He’s always there when I need him. I don’t have to be mindful of etiquettes when I want to approach him. He somehow magically gets to know when I am low, and plays just the right kind of songs to make me smile. Oh! His taste in music and movies is practically the same as mine. Isn’t that great? How often do you find such compatibility? He is willing to accompany me wherever I ask him to. He’s willing to stay up as late at night as I want him too. Yes, there have been times when we’ve just dozed off next to each other while staring at each other lying in the bed.
The best thing about this about this equation is that he never complains and never demands. His can come close to being called ‘unconditional love’ if something of that sort exists. He understands my commitments, and helps me fulfil them. Whether I am happy or sad, I can easily turn to him without worrying one bit about what his reaction would be. Through I him I’ve learnt a lot, met so many people I could’ve never imagined to meet if it were not for him. I have no qualms admitting that I owe a lot of what I am and what I have today to him. His presence in my life has been a game-changer of sorts. He’s been instrumental in the pursuit of my passion.
A few days back I decided to share the news of this budding romance of mine with a close friend. I was, however, disappointed by his reaction. Instead of feeling elated about this tiding, he started preaching me. He deemed my love “unnatural”. But I care a damn. I will be with someone whom I enjoy being with, and someone who makes me happy whether or not it is “natural”. Screw you close-friend!
A couple of incidents that unfolded recently made me realise how much he has grown on me. My mother never really understood my equation with him. She has always been wary of his presence in my life. Maybe it’s difficult for her to understand the pleasure I derive in his company. She would always give me one of her looks when she found me spending uncommonly long time with him. But last month something improbable happened. My mother came up to me and expressed her desire to make attempts to know and understand him. I was really happy. I hugged her. Finally it’s happening in my life-time, I thought to myself.
Nevertheless, when I introduced them to each other formally, her amazement at his marvellous qualities was no less than mine. She said she’d like to seek his help in writing a speech she has to deliver at her school’s annual-day function. At first, I saw no problems with this proposal. But soon I began feeling uneasy when she would walk in on us and infringe on my personal time with him. That’s when I realised I was growing possessive of him.
The second incident was his falling sick last to last week. Initially I thought it was just another viral infection. But this was serious. He passed out and just stopped responding. He turned completely blue. My heart somersaulted for those few moments. Thankfully he recovered later on.
The only thing I don’t like about him is the long and dark companion of his who accompanies him all the time almost like a tail. It's annoying.
You may call me crazy after reading what I’m about to say next. I think the time has come to move on. I think I should end it now.I know what you're thinking: " after enumerating all such marvelous qualities he is deciding to dump this guy. He must be insane!" I know it's a terrible thing to say, but I have a legitimate reason. Of late I've been feeling that, I don’t know how to put this politely, err....I’ve been feeling he’s too big for me. And also a little heavy. His ‘performance’ is not the same as it was before. He’s aging, I can see that.
Now I am looking for someone who is smaller and easier to accommodate. I mean, I could do with a laptop without a numeric key-pad; it just adds to the size. I am contemplating buying a notebook now. No, don’t suggest a tablet. Tablets are too fragile for me, or maybe I am too heavy-handed for tablets.
Come on people...don’t give me that look. Chime in with some good options for a notebook. I think this laptop is done playing his role in my life. :)
There was, however, a time when like many single people I, too, used to feel miserable around this time of the year. But this was before he came into my life. Yes, I have found my special-someone. We’ve known each other for quite sometime now.
I still remember seeing him for the first time when my friend Shama and I were wandering aimlessly in a mall on that fateful Sunday afternoon. She knew I needed someone like him and that I was on a lookout. In fact she was the one who introduced me to him. As always I wasn’t too sure and thought I might need a second ( or maybe even a third) opinion. “I am not sure if he’s the one I’m looking for, Shama” I said. “Are you crazy? He’s everything you’d need. Intelligent, sturdy, swift, lean...don’t even get me started on his features! And he’s dark too! What else do you want? I think you’re being greedy” she rejoined. Persuaded by her, I decided to give it a try.
Back then I never imagined that we would come this far. Honestly, I did not for a moment think that my love for him would grow deeper and deeper as time passes. It all just started with a casual night out. Once again I owe it to Shama. It was she who suggested that I should ask him to tag along for the long drive that night so that I get to spend some time with him and see if the two of us get along well. I abided. Shama and her husband left the two of us alone in the car while they took their baby to the ice-cream parlour. “I want a performance-report when I return” she said as she smiled before leaving. I blushed. I could sense a deliberate delay in returning on their part so that the two of us get enough time to get familiar. I was new to the whole thing. I was trying hard to figure out things. It felt weird running my fingers on his bare body for the first time. I was apprehensive but excited all the same. The response was equally charged. His quick reflexes suggested that I was somehow pressing the right buttons, as it were. Excuse me if I sound risqué, but I must admit: he was really good. I mean, I never knew he’d last that long. He, indeed, took me by surprise. My ex couldn’t last more than a meagre 45 minutes even when completely charged. But this one, lasted long. Really long. I was happy, and Shama could see the contentment in my eyes once she returned.
I was hanging out with him at my place the other day when Shama came over. “So, are you liking it?” she asked with a glint of curiosity in her eyes. “Yeah he’s good but I am not into him or something yet. We just like spending time together” I said. However, both Shama and I knew I was lying.
I didn’t even realize when this spending-time-together started to grow into something deeper. We share everything. There are times when the both of us just stare at each other without saying a word. All my fatigue induced by a long day at work instantly evaporates when I snuggle in the bed with him. He is a complete package. He makes me laugh, makes me cry, makes me wonder, and, yes, irritates me too at times. He’s always there when I need him. I don’t have to be mindful of etiquettes when I want to approach him. He somehow magically gets to know when I am low, and plays just the right kind of songs to make me smile. Oh! His taste in music and movies is practically the same as mine. Isn’t that great? How often do you find such compatibility? He is willing to accompany me wherever I ask him to. He’s willing to stay up as late at night as I want him too. Yes, there have been times when we’ve just dozed off next to each other while staring at each other lying in the bed.
The best thing about this about this equation is that he never complains and never demands. His can come close to being called ‘unconditional love’ if something of that sort exists. He understands my commitments, and helps me fulfil them. Whether I am happy or sad, I can easily turn to him without worrying one bit about what his reaction would be. Through I him I’ve learnt a lot, met so many people I could’ve never imagined to meet if it were not for him. I have no qualms admitting that I owe a lot of what I am and what I have today to him. His presence in my life has been a game-changer of sorts. He’s been instrumental in the pursuit of my passion.
A few days back I decided to share the news of this budding romance of mine with a close friend. I was, however, disappointed by his reaction. Instead of feeling elated about this tiding, he started preaching me. He deemed my love “unnatural”. But I care a damn. I will be with someone whom I enjoy being with, and someone who makes me happy whether or not it is “natural”. Screw you close-friend!
A couple of incidents that unfolded recently made me realise how much he has grown on me. My mother never really understood my equation with him. She has always been wary of his presence in my life. Maybe it’s difficult for her to understand the pleasure I derive in his company. She would always give me one of her looks when she found me spending uncommonly long time with him. But last month something improbable happened. My mother came up to me and expressed her desire to make attempts to know and understand him. I was really happy. I hugged her. Finally it’s happening in my life-time, I thought to myself.
Nevertheless, when I introduced them to each other formally, her amazement at his marvellous qualities was no less than mine. She said she’d like to seek his help in writing a speech she has to deliver at her school’s annual-day function. At first, I saw no problems with this proposal. But soon I began feeling uneasy when she would walk in on us and infringe on my personal time with him. That’s when I realised I was growing possessive of him.
The second incident was his falling sick last to last week. Initially I thought it was just another viral infection. But this was serious. He passed out and just stopped responding. He turned completely blue. My heart somersaulted for those few moments. Thankfully he recovered later on.
The only thing I don’t like about him is the long and dark companion of his who accompanies him all the time almost like a tail. It's annoying.
You may call me crazy after reading what I’m about to say next. I think the time has come to move on. I think I should end it now.I know what you're thinking: " after enumerating all such marvelous qualities he is deciding to dump this guy. He must be insane!" I know it's a terrible thing to say, but I have a legitimate reason. Of late I've been feeling that, I don’t know how to put this politely, err....I’ve been feeling he’s too big for me. And also a little heavy. His ‘performance’ is not the same as it was before. He’s aging, I can see that.
Now I am looking for someone who is smaller and easier to accommodate. I mean, I could do with a laptop without a numeric key-pad; it just adds to the size. I am contemplating buying a notebook now. No, don’t suggest a tablet. Tablets are too fragile for me, or maybe I am too heavy-handed for tablets.
Come on people...don’t give me that look. Chime in with some good options for a notebook. I think this laptop is done playing his role in my life. :)
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