Beginning of my Cynical Search

Sometimes smiling is incumbent to all of us……

Life is bizarre, unexplainable we all agree. Moments undefined stays in our memory and we spend rest of our time finding out how one felt and waiting for it to occur to know. 

You love, you fail, you triumph and you question yourself? Triumph!!! The feeling is short lived.

Letting go is an art … An art, a practice which undertaken goes through laborious, excruciating process of pain, happiness, and freedom.

A simple story, a very desperate girl to fall in love, equally anxious guy to feel the love, make love. We all have past, they had too. A broken heart always looks for comfortable bird nest to feel secure and feel right about existence. They fell in love too, again. And every time you think you are in love you believe this time you chose the right one.

They spoke, and spoke a lot. Knowing each other seems the exciting part of any relationship. Now you know she likes chocolates & flowers, you discover he wants to be left alone when he is angry. Still it all feels new, a revelation and unmanageable at the same time.

Days passed, Years flew lots of fun moments and few bad (which they say to convince themselves that it was all perfect and meant to be). Number of romantic Karan Johar’s movies(especially Yeh Jawani hai deewani), only this director can capture the “romance” and “love”, although there is no significant difference its always about two people finding their soul mates amidst nail biting experience , so called suspense will they be together at the end!!!!), and dinners. And after all of these you realized now, like today there is something missing? Why are we fighting every day, why don’t she/ he understand me?

Yes, as of today they are not together but you and I have heard a lot of these some you feel really bad for and some you don’t care. But none of us have answers. 

But can we make this right? 

I am who I am, and I take every minute and moment delicately and judiciously to become me.  The experience and failures have made me. I am different; I don’t normally feel bad or envious like others. This is each one of us calling ourselves different. 

Isn’t it supposed to be truly “being different”!!!!! What we go through is normal but how we dodge going through is being different. Feeling sad, envious is normal accepting it instead of fighting, is really being different. Being happy is normal but feeling contented is different. Most important and exclusive of all “letting person you are in love with “be different”!!!!!.

More to come…. This is the beginning of my search…..