She!

She loved him at his best; she loved him at his worst. She loved him every minute, every second of the day. She knew what it was to love someone and be loved at the same time. He on the other side loved her only when he wanted to, for he never knew what it was to love someone. He thought love was never his gig, but little did he know that it was the only gig, which, since time immemorial had made living of the people worthwhile.

She couldn’t kindle the thought of being away from him, she at all times wanted him beside her and he on the other hand thought otherwise and didn’t care enough. She loved the way he spoke, the way he annoyed her, the way he ate, smiled and blushed, she managed to find him cute at all times no matter how low the magnitude was, he, was the reason for her smile.

She walked towards him beaming beatifically and said, “Good Morning Honey”.

“Morning”, he snapped curtly. He couldn’t help it and it was too late to have realized.

The smile that was etching from ear to ear slowly started to shrink, but she managed to hold it as long as she could, for all she knew she loved him the way he was, and was sure he would do better, sooner or later.

All his life, he had read and learnt the volumes of life in a different way, which was way different from what he was reading now. He had learnt the way of living life the hard way and was stubborn enough adhere to it, come what may. But, deep down inside he knew he loved her, he knew he wanted her, he knew she deserves to be loved back, he knew she has to get her share of happiness and pleasure, but he couldn’t help ignoring those realizations and giving her only a little. She never wore pride, he always did. She seldom cribbed, he often did. He cared a little, she cared more than anything.

She understood him and stood by his side, despite all his whims and caprices, and forgave him at all times, his mere sorry and laugh made her forget the dirtiest of their fights, she never fought nor argued, but kept her cool and let him blabber and argue in a louder tone of voice. Because she knew he meant nothing of what he said, and he thought he had won over her, but, had he kept score, he would have realized that he won all the times. No, it was never her fault, but she chose to be on the losing side instead, for all she knew, he liked winning.

He did find her cute, beautiful, praised her for what she is, loved her, made her happy, but the extent was nothing when compared to what she instilled on him. He never gave voice to his grievance, but she could feel his displeasure, and he was cute enough to deny it.  She on the other hand, gave a little voice to her discomfort and he made it vanish with a mere touch and smile. No, he is no magician but she loved him to that extent that these mere wounds inflicted by him would not last longer, but she knew he would last forever.

Had she asked him whether he would last forever, he would have denied it with his cute little explanation, and would lecture her about life, death and other crap, but she read him well, his eyes spoke more than him and she could read volumes out of them, his mere presence was enough to sense what was going through his mind.

“I Love you, honey”, she said, which sounded like a cute rhyme from a 3 year old's mouth.

“Okay”, he said funnily yet curtly. But, he did not realize he spoke too much with his eyes, and she read him well, and she read what she wanted to, and smiled, because she knew the change, has arrived!

Adios!

P.S Love someone back for what they give in, they would not have loved you if you were not worth in the first place! The sooner you realize, the better.

Listening- A Lost Art!

Among the various arts that have taken the backstage, one of them not technically a form of art, but the fact that mastering it needs some nerves makes it an art. Gone are those days, when people used to lend you an ear and listen to what you speak, at least the sensible talk let alone the blabbering. It so happens that the moment you want to put out your mind, you already find the other putting it out despite of the fact that he/ she was supposed to be on the receiver side in the first place.

Everyone wants to talk, but no one wants to listen, decipher and respond. Though they seem to listen they can’t decipher it, but they tend to divert the topic and turn the tables and all of a sudden your conversation is down the drain and you find yourself drowning in theirs. Well that is altogether a different form of art.

It would not be much of a disappointment when you are cut off the moment when you start to utter something, or rather start a conversation or share something, but, when your mind is braided with thoughts and you start running with them and if someone pulls the plug that is when one loses it, I mean seriously loses it. Well, we all know who belongs to this category, at least the working cadre of IT sector knows, The Manager. (Pun intended)

People now a day have seriously lost the impulse to listen, they surrender the moment you start to share something, though it is related to them, let alone the things that are remotely concerned to them. One could find only a handful of them who actually listen and respond, well, that means you mean a lot to them.

Everyone wants to burst their minds out, shout and scream and always wants the other to lend their ears, but, they tend to forget that the coin has two sides, well this, my friend is a two way, you can’t have your own way, and in the process no one really has the gist of what other said. Happens to me all the time, when I speak with my Mom.

I don’t remember the last time when I spoke something sensible with someone, and even if I did I don’t recall it, that makes it even worse, because that indicates my ears have been fed with quite a lot of junk already and my thoughts are lying somewhere down in the heap of crap. Yes offense. 

Adding to this, when you take a moment for yourself, cool down and tend to be sober, you are caught on the wrong foot, and find yourself being blamed for being rude and careless. Well you have to understand, you are being ignored, who hard is it to pick up that kind of sign? Seriously, grow a brain.

I miss those days when we friends sat and talked for hours together, with most of the conversations still being recalled till date, people have evolved now, they have grown a another mouth and have cut down on their hearing organs and ergo no conversation lasts for a couple of minutes and anything beyond that is most of the times- nonsense!

And, all those who listen, keep up the good work, if it weren’t for you hell would have broken loose long ago and most of us would have been scrambling here and there for an ear!

Adios.