Gone are the days when perfect love stories used to charm
me. Word ‘perfect’ in itself is loaded with expectations and polishing. I might
sound like a complete idiot but I really mean it, when I say, I like the rustic
rawness of imperfection better than the orchestrated neatness of perfection. At
some levels clumsiness seems much more attractive to me. Wait, wait, wait I can
give you examples from our surroundings. Just think of a well planned garden with
geometrical plan, trees stood in perfect circles and flower rows in alternate
shades of colors. And compare it with a wild forest where trees overlap one
another, greenery is visible till where
your eyes can go and birds singing their relentless songs. Nature at its best!
What seems more appealing?
Likewise, when someone says me, I want you forever, I get
this very nauseating feeling. I can’t take on the eternal concept of a perfect
man who adores me everyday and who’d rather DIE than not to be with me. I can’t
be a perfect one for someone DAILY. Some days I’m good, at the others I’m not.
Some days I may love you like maniacs, at the others I may even want you to
disappear from my sight for a while. Things on a daily basis trouble me or
rather ‘haunt’ me. What is the beauty of a thing if it happens daily? So what’s the big deal about wanting someone
forever and making everything perfect? I mean you may be a commitment phobe and
I may be an eccentric one and we may prove to be outstanding together.
I’m not saying perfect love stories aren’t real. I know a
man who loved a single woman for straight 70 years and made her feel like a 16
years old girl everyday; my 83 years old grandfather. But it’s rare and more of
a thing of past. Now a days imperfection
is more genuine.
So be real, be imperfect and last but not the least- ‘BE
YOURSELF’.
Because even I want you forever, not everyday but forever!
;)
