Love is in my pages

God has a funny of going about his divine interventions. I wonder if he crafts his plans out with painstaking detail or just poops it out sitting on the crapper, chewing through his cigar? And, although I believe that he has my best interest in heart, I have to wonder if he does not take a special glee in torturing my soul, dragging it through muck, nose smooshed into the ground to make his point.

More than Superman’s chaddi ka colour, it is public knowledge that my mother has wanted me to tie the knot for quit some time now. Since I was 18, actually. Find love. Settle down. Falana falana dimka. I have dodged the bullet till now. And, with the program I am currently studying, human contact let alone relationships feel like unfathomable phenomena.

But then, along comes an assignment. Wherein, I come up with an insight that for women, searching for boots is like searching for their man – the ONE. I come up with a few other strategies as well but the teacher likes this one so much, she insists I only work further on that. She does not even WANT to look at my other ideas, apparently so well have I nailed this strategy down.

Quite a victory, right? Go ahead silly girl, pat yourself on the back. NO. For now, I have been trapped into a maze of love. I have been staying away from love, avoiding a relationship to focus on this course. But for the very same course, I am neck deep in love research. It has become a full-time job. I am reading love poems, blogs, articles on finding your soulamtes, browsing through personals, love quotes, synonyms, love love love. Dripping in sweetness, dark night under the moon and stars, champagne and strawberries, cuddling in bed love. It makes me acutely aware of how not in a relationship I am, how I am only the proverbial “aadha”. That I am SINGLE.

And now, I really want to MINGLE.

Not cool, God. NOT. COOL.

(Bawls)