It was not a surprise date

It was not a surprise date, rather a dinner date that I quite pestered him for. We were walking down Hogg’s Market, a place which holds a lot of childhood memories for me while showing him the corner where a candy vending machine used to be and how it was the only thing I wanted for whenever I went there.  A hoarding caught my sight, on it written “Long walk wala love” (The love in a long walk), I showed him the hoarding he smiled back at me holding my hand tight. Even after two years, when the man I am with gives me happiness while just holding hands, I can be pretty sure he is the right one I chose. Not that we do not have fights, not that we do not have differences, we do have quite a few of them but fortunately they have never been able to overshadow our similarities, our bond. I still remember the first day I fell in love with him and he the first day I held his hand. With Whatsapp, Facebook and Sms around we still haven’t made each other feel clogged, never at all. I often remember people stating how it was better in the previous years when true love flourished without phone calls, but have hardly seen people be thankful to have fallen in love in the 21^st century. I feel grateful to have been a lover in the 21^st era, for I could never have been able to be in love with him without freedom, dinner dates, brunch, early morning walks, night out and night stays. Every single experience has been worth it, being able to know him more, being able to love him all over again.

We do get to meet regularly sometimes, sometimes the regulars are only weekends but we could even do without meeting each other if that is ever asked for because conversations matter to us and not just the vision. We often confuse love with infatuation and frustration, I did, and we all do. But when we are in love we feel different, we feel secure and we feel trusted. Love enthrals me because I can be me and still be loved. I can go without make up, I can go with a bad hair, I can look ugly, I can grow fat and yet I can be loved. The idea that love stays even while you get wrinkled makes me happy. The idea that wherever he goes, no matter how many beautiful girl he is around at the end of the day he will come back to me and make me believe that only my beauty counts for him. I have been in infatuation mistaken love numerous times and I have been in love once and I can say that nothing can be better when you realize the difference and you must live it to know how it feels. There may be 101 guides on how to fall in love, on how to make sparks fly but when love has to happen it will surely not knock your door. Many sparks flew for me and then the voltage fluctuated and went off but this one true spark just never stops glowing. So if there is someone out there, whom you want to be with, just tell him/her how you feel, be you and be true and make it happen because you live once to fall in love only once. And when you have him/her make sure your food bills are longer than your cell phone bills, because I read somewhere “Love is growing fat together”.