Are you interested? - 2

I love Love, The old school kind. 

Nowadays, I see people falling in love. Everyday. They fall, in and out. Talking about break-ups and heartbreaks. You can also un-love someone strikes me as amusing. I see matches being made not in heaven but on Tinder. I sometimes wonder how are matrimonial sites any different from online shopping. I see love being expressed with cheesy texts and how it has become synonymous with sex.

How people are falling in love with the bodies, with the shape of them. I see the poems piled up with dust sitting in a corner, because Shakespeare's lovers are now babu and shona. I see the sunsets and sunrises waiting to be seen but do they know the corner seats have already been booked? I look for the albums but they tell me the photos now live on social media.

I see people having crushes and flirting because they don't want to fall in love. Valentine's day is all about gifts, buy me some and I will all be yours. If this is love, I am better off alone. Maybe I will forever be a dreamer believing in my delusions of getting handwritten letters and reading poetry together.

Because I loved the way people use to write letters to each other. And not just texting or calling around. I mean, you cannot re-read a phone call or fill the zigzag of their writing in that one-liner text. The way the person writing it pours his whole heart out there in one small piece of paper. The way the person receiving it holds it like it’s the piece of their heart that has been missing.

I loved the way where people actually cared to get gifts for each other, in real. And not sending them online. The way they would invest all of their time to choose that one perfect thing for their special one. The way they would wrap the gift by their own bare hands, gifting the fragrance of their love as well. The way they would meet up and exchange gifts, just to feel that slight brush of fingers and that rush in their hearts.

I loved the way when people would actually put efforts and try to meet, even when in distance. And not just skype every other day. I mean skyping is so overrated Let them feel you in real. Let them touch you in real. Let them love you in real.

Maybe I will forever be the misfit who thinks forehead kisses are so much better. Maybe I will always want to go on long walks and not on long drives. Maybe I will always want our dates to be in libraries, shelves with novels, and not in fancy restaurants.

Maybe I will always write poems for my lover and make coffee for her when she wakes up in the middle of the night scared because of her fear- A lost forsaken childhood memory, decisions taken which are far too late to regret on, things done wrong to her and the ones’ she did to others. As each thought makes your heart constrict…… I would give her a warm hug because honestly, hugs are so underrated.

This is the kind of love I would like to believe in. The kind which reaffirms my faith in love. The kind where letters are sent and read. The kind where gifts are wrapped and given. The kind where hearts are touched and felt. The kind where forever’s are said and believed.

I will be the love I never received. Honestly, I don't know what love is. All I know is this is not what great poets meant when they talked of love.

So, think twice before saying a ‘yes’ — Are you interested in me?