How Far is too Far?
It is destiny to have someone who would lift your spirits in seconds like nobody ever did. Especially, when you are caught in a house with your parents and just a few pets and you can't step out because of the pandemic. The butterflies that were dead and decayed far long ago, started to flutter in my stomach when they smelled roses in my heart. His voice became the magic potion that acted as a natural highlighter to my face. Even before I knew, I was completely immersed in the Maya of the universal melancholy, Love. For the sake of society and its principles, or rather our own satisfaction we named it Friendship and sooner we became best of friends or BFFs.
My mind was clear as mud when we met. Is it what I really think it is? Do I really want to be involved with anyone, after having my heart shattered by one human already?
Millennial mind right! It kept longing for the adrenaline rush, that M.A.C. Lipstick or Bath and body works candle couldn't provide. This was new, different, beautiful, it made me smile with tears. He was far too different from how I pictured men. For a bold person like me who speaks without any filters, this man turned me into the most feminine form of myself. I started giggling, blushing while thinking about him, which is so not me. I felt like talking about him to my friends. It was too risky as we had too many mutual friends and we weren't clear about each other.
I don't know how the universe(or the internet) conspires you into believing something, even when you have a gut feeling that this is all just in your head. Every stupid online quiz somehow ends up saying that he is your Soulmate. Like every crazy girl in love, I started taking online compatibility tests based on our birthdays, zodiac sign, race, face shop whatnot. When all these methods got bored of me, I started writing.
Every lover wills to write, from love letters to text messages to idiotic selfies, somehow we all want to express ourselves. The way I found was poetry. In my head, I became those bold women like Nikita Gill or Rupi Kaur, who had the power of words. Most of my time was spent typing long paragraphs for him, which made me think I am a good writer. I just didn't know what to write about.
To my bad luck, Govt. declared lifting the lockdown, and I was going to meet the human form of all these text messages and cosy calls. I must say, we both were innocents and the universe was the culprit. Monsoon evening, green roads, no humans nearby, soft thunders in the sky, louder ones in our hearts, drizzling clouds, couldn't this be any better. Everything a romantic scene needs, even more than what it should be. And we kissed!
The very night, I became a poetess, with the thought "you ignited my soul, a poet was born"!