Sometimes your dreams come true just because you’ve believed in them for too long.


Unrequited Love

“People haven’t stopped believing in love. They have stopped believing in happy endings”, Shantaram.

This, in all its entirety, is true. People give up on love for the simple reason that, once upon a time they loved someone, and something somewhere in that love was incomplete; the incompleteness of not being loved the same way, of never having the one you love, of an unrequited love.

Love is a difficult equation with multiple factors out of which not one is in your hand, except the constant – that you keep loving. This may have multiple outcomes, but finding the perfect solution, is often in the minority.

But then again, “at the end of the day everyone’s going to hurt you. You’ve got to find the ones worth suffering for”, Bob Marley.

That’s what makes you believe in even unrequited love. The hope, the wish and the belief that just someday, maybe, you’ll have the one you want. In all proportions you’ll be theirs. Because we are a hopeless clan of people, who can’t give up on love that easy. It either takes a lot of heartbreak or another (better) person or for someone to be smitten by you, to give up and move on. So when you have one of these, move on. Not because it’s worthless waiting but because you can do with someone telling you, “I’m yours”.

Much love:

A hopeless romantic

From the Top of my Head

My roomie and me were sitting and chit chatting. I was giving her gyaan on love. 😛 And then she asked me the clichéd question – What is love!!! And the immediate reply from the top of my head, was Love is Serendipity. (PS. Serendipity is my favorite word. The reason shall be shared in a future post 🙂 )Serendipity is when you find something that you weren’t even looking for. It always so happens that when you give up on love and people, someone comes along to resurrect the faith.

This gave me something to write. And then one thing lead to another. And I ended up with this paragraph of incomplete and broken sentences, which somehow made sense towards the end. It may be repetitive and clichéd. But at the end, clichés become clichés because they are true and therefore oft-repeated!

So here it is, for whatever it is worth.

Love is serendipity. It happens when you ain’t looking for it. Life passes by when you’re busy making other plans. Be impulsive. Let the first pass. Wait for the second. Go with the flow. It may take you to your destination. Go back packing. Travel to an unknown land. Meet new people. Sit and discuss life experiences. Learn about them. Realize that the world is full of people living so many different lives that you’ll never have a chance to know. Sit and gaze at the sunflower. Follow its eye-lock with the sun, under the summer haze. Sit in a distant land on a sun deck and read a book. Give into love. Don’t question everything. Sometimes the answers that you get aren’t the ones you’re looking for. Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same. Follow your heart. Publish a book. Write a poem. Don’t over-think. The right person may be the one standing on your right throughout life, when you were busy looking ahead. Get your heart-broken. Give up on love and faith. Travel to the Norwegian countryside. Read, paint, and know what life is about. Decide to give love and people another chance. Walk through a vineyard and remember all the sour moments of life. Come back to take on life head-on. Build your life. Rebuild your career. Follow your dream. You may not get a second shot. Earn money. Live in New York. Shop in Paris and London. Fall in love. Raise your boy to be chivalrous and your girl to be modest. Grow old. Fall in love. Retire to a cottage home somewhere in the countryside of France. Die in peace, without regrets. Know that you had it all, that you lived it all. Because at the end that is what matters.