I fall in love too much. Too easily, just like that.
With the boy in the library, flipping fingers through a copy of Shakespeare drama, Or the one who smiles at me every time I enter my German classes. The guy with the chiseled jaw line who talks about theory of stoicism in the gym as I nod along Or the tall guy in the canteen who covers for my tea every time I leave my purse at home. Or the one who smells of Cigarettes, and coffees, and old books. I fall in love with what they might be. Could be. The kind who laughs at me crying over a movie or the one who secretly cries in a corner. The kind that gives me a nickname or calls me by my last name?
I fall in love like this. With strangers, with possibilities. With abandon, stupidity. With hope. With the unknown.
I fall in love too much. Too easily. But may be you do too. May be, we all do.
Today, I witnessed a conversation between a beautiful lady from the South India and my Hindi Professor.
She wanted her son to learn Hindi within ten days, so that she can enroll him in a Hindi storytelling competition.
Sensing the remote possiblities of this, my professor explained her how simply cramming some random Hindi words can hamper his interest in Hindi, thereby harming his future possibilities of learning the language.
Despite this, the lady decided to continue with the decision as she wanted her son to outwin her friend's son.
Sitting in the corner, I looked into the innocent, dreamy eyes of the 7-year - old which were observing a beautiful piece of art on the wall, with his fingers tracing every inch of it, as if he wanted to absorb the art within himself. Standing close to him, I asked him what he wants to do as a grown up. Chuckling, he replied he wants to be an artist.
I wondered why we're all running this race against time. Trying to achieve more than we can, constantly. Be it anything- seeking jobs, finding love, forming families. We are in a race. Against our loved ones, against the world, against our abilities, against ourselves.
If moving is what matters, why are we running? Why can't we walk with our own pace?
We are not rockets, we do not need to launch. We are humans, we need to evolve.
" Bye didi ", he said, waving and breaking my reverie.
As the men of my country are being accused, there are certain questions I'd like to put forth.
What were you doing out so late alone in the night? You goats have to understand that if you aren't with your owners, you seem AVAILABLE. You goat these days lack basic manners, or more aptly put, SANSKAR.
Also, WHY ON THIS EARTH would you go around being naked? How is the sight of your uncovered genitals, supposed to NOT seduce the poor innocent men? And if you were so against it, why did you not refer to any of the men as " Bhaiya's "? They would've stopped right then.
Clearly, there was rape scenario, and you walked into it. It's your fault. You wanted it. You deserved it.
It's just another false rape case. Courthouse are brimming with such cases already. Get over it, goats. Stop this goatism, and pseudo- goatism.
Regards, A proud Indian
Ps: you were pregnant, ie, no longer a virgin. So what difference could this possibly make?! ... pfft