I went home to my parents this weekend and as usual i was the designated driver for the family.
I am not complaining as i enjoy driving and unlike most Men's common belief- i am a good driver; )
Anyway while I was driving.... or Rather stalling through Delhi's crazy traffic, i was watching people. Have you ever done that? anyway I noticed that everybody around had an expression of disgust or unhappy feel about them, some of them were cursing and some just indulging in the most obscene thing (digging their nose) and here i was sitting in my loyal Alto singing away...
So here i am listening to a CD a friend burned for me... with the most beautifully composed love songs (it has everything from Aaj jane ki jid na karro to your beautiful) and that again got me thinking... Does anyone ever sing these for a loved one in real? As in I have yet to meet a man who sings or dedicates these songs for me... or does thing that resemble these songs...and as an artist I believe that every creation has an inspiration ..... So does love in this sense still exist?? And if it does, does it suffocate their partners??? I am always in love of some kind, that’s just me, I need to be in love to create. But it’s never this deep... is my love shallow?
That’s when I remembered my closes friend from school. We are like sole sister. We were each others strength in boarding school (was in one from the age of 7) we have done everything around the same time. First boyfriend, first kiss, the blunders of life even got married a few days of each other. She married her childhood sweet heart too and has a beautiful baby boy with him. Now here the thing, She changed herself for love,her religion and even her name- which is big right? I know, I will not be able to do half the stuff she has done for love...And here I am 30, single again, back in Delhi, sensitive and NO SONG… (except No wo MEN no CRY)
Anyway she has the song kind of love in her life.... and that make me believe that love exist for some.
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yeah... i do... i watch people too. on saturday i went to this courier centre which was doubling up as a yber cafe... in qutub plaza. There was this sidey kinda store boy who asked me details about the stuff i had to courier. All the formalities over I came out of the store and as i waited outside there was something about him ... a sort of restlessness that made fix my gaze upon him. In a few seconds he got a phone call. and then he smiled... bent his head close to the phone... covered his forehead with his hand and created a quiet little world for himself in the midst of life. I couldn't see his face anymore but I knew he was being in love then. When he lifted his face again he was not a sidey store boy anymore... he had transformed into a very very special person who was glowing and who was the probably the most important person in someone's life. Love exists. It just looks different to everyone and comes through different mediums for everyone and it comes more than once for some people. Thing is... we gotta wait for our turn to come. :)
Thank guys
Oye please don’t think I am waiting for love or a man or any of that kind of bull…
At the moment I have more than enough men my life and can’t handle them all ; )
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