Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Choice.

Posted by Sunaina Patnaik at Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Love knocks at your door when you least expect it. When love comes into your life, you'll hear music, you'll feel a gust of the wind all around you. Love enters your life just when you are busy making other plans. It comes when it's ready for you. It comes only when you stop looking for it.

Big fat sickening lies.

The myths of love are the kind of ridiculous fables that we have been fed ever since we were born. Love does not come looking for you. It just does not. Love might be serendipity, but it's not written in your destiny. Falling in love with someone is a choice you make. Love is a living, breathing invitation for you to pick your battles and fight for the person you choose every waking hour of your life. Even when the chips are falling. Just the way you fight for your family every day.

The funny part about love is that everyone wants to experience its grandiosity but no one understands the process that it comes along with. No, it doesn't just come along with music and pleasant breeze, it comes along with thorns and darkness. It comes with insanity and madness. But it's definitely not coming knocking at your door because, like life, even love comes with choices.

You'll find a lot of choices. You'll find idiots who give you leftover parts of them in the name of love, idiots who'll give you all their words that never match their actions. That's not love, duh. And that easily comes knocking at your door, which you don't need. Love comes in the form of a boy who makes you look forward to your Monday mornings. He doesn't give you flutters or butterflies, he only makes you feel like a warm fuzzy ball. It comes in the form of a boy who makes a fool out of himself to make you laugh when you're in tears. He'll call you beautiful even when you are crying and he'll be happy to just co-exist with you. Love comes in the form of a boy who notices you with a little or no effort even when you are invisible.

Sure you don't have to move mountains for finding such 'love' because all you need to do is make that choice. To fall in love.

3 comments:

saichandra sv on 24 Feb 2016, 12:09:00 said...

A post for boys also please... Love ❤.... This one amazing though...

Abhijeet said...

Wow, these thoughts. Leftover parts, words with unmatched actions. Warm fuzzy ball.
There's something about the way you transcribe your thoughts that just clicks! On multiple occasions, I have become instantly cheerful on reading some of your entries.

Sunaina Patnaik on 8 Apr 2016, 10:50:00 said...

Thanks a lot, Abhijeet. :)

 

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