Short Story

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Alright....so a friend asked me to write a short little love story. I gave it a shot and here's what I came up with. Would love your comments on this one.....even if it is to criticize :D

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We don’t pick who we fall in love with. Dave had never really agreed with this statement. If he were to be honest with himself, he didn’t really believe in the concept of love. And the very notion of love at first sight made his blood boil. He never understood how you could love someone that you didn’t know. After all isn’t love meant to be an understanding, an acceptance of a person as is? And then too, it didn’t matter coz love itself was alien to him.

That was until he laid eyes on her. She walked into the room and suddenly he couldn’t look anywhere else. She was beautiful no doubt, not in the classical sense nor in the modern, he thought to himself. She had a certain look about her though that made you want to look at her. His girl he got with him to the party was beginning to get clingy and he was already annoyed. So this little attraction he felt for this unknown girl seemed to get him on edge.

Are you a homophobe?

The answer to that better be a loud "No"!! I'm amazed at how limited people can be. Late yesterday I noticed a friend had put up a you-tube video link of a lesbian couple getting married in second life. It was the comments she added to the upload that pissed me right off. Here's what she said: "guys have u ever been to a wedding of a girl and girl??????? gosh dats crazzzyyyyy...if you haven't take a look at this......" this is the comment to the video. So I asked whats so crazy about the video. And here's what I get told..... "well i think that the people dont respond to such situations, as often and in a normal wedding it is seen dat there is a bride(girl) and groom (boy) and wedding together, but society treats these other aspects very unusual"

Somebody else adds to the comments by adding how gays or lesbians are violating god's rule? I'm like what the fuck.

What is Love?!?

Have you ever been asked a random question, one that stayed with you for years because you were never really able to find the right answer? Or you answered, but you felt that the answer was incomplete, lacking something.

One lovely rainy day, a friend and me decided to take the bike out for a long drive. A flat tire and a couple of joints later, he asked me, "Lakshmi, what does love mean to you?"

In my usual, know-it-all manner I began to answer and then faltered. How do you describe a feeling? Yes its been defined, people swear by it and have died for it. But how do you know that what you feel is love? 

I've been in love, even as I write this entry, I'm in love, but even today if you ask me to describe what love is to me, I'm short of words. Its not because I'm fickle, I'm anything but (even if I say so myself), but the emotions to me are so strong when I love someone that I find it hard to describe it in words.

Nonetheless, I'm gonna make an attempt to see if I can put down my feelings in words without sounding demented!

I'm in love with a man that can't love me back (the reasons and frustrations there of I'll leave for another entry). The initial attraction was ofcourse his looks and the way he spoke, but as I got to know him every little thing about him seemed interesting. He could make me laugh when I had no reason to laugh, he can make me cry for no apparent reasons too. When I think of him I feel happy and sad all at the same time. I feel like I should be forgetting him because its a doomed relationship, but the thought of him not being in my life (even if it is just a name on my facebook page) makes my stomach do somersaults.

So love to me is an emotion that encompasses every other emotion within itself. You learn to laugh, cry, be happy, be sad, be frustrated and angry and forgiving and vengeful, you see yourself as the worlds most beautiful person and worry at the same time about not being good enough. Its an emotion that gives you strength but makes you vulnerable to doubts. For some people its life and death itself.

To be very honest, I still feel I haven't done justice to the emotion, but someday I hope to be able to put into words what my heart really feels.