Love should be like a bottle of nutella. Eating all that chocolate could do you no more good than a packet of maggi *I hope we all know maggi is a zero nutrient diet* , the sugar content puts you on a diabetes alert, all those calories you were trying to burn are reinvented with extra “fat” toppings. But you crave to lick clean that little bottle from every corner because like people keep saying “.. It’s about priorities” and it had-has-will always be about it. Love is when you crave for it from the bottom of your butterfly-flying stomach.. Love is when you be the idiot, isolating your logical brain to the darkest corner of your skull and redecorate the space with pink hearts prettified all over.. Its when you just know you want it, not only does your mind provoke you.. But every part of your body is demanding you to lick that chocolate syrup and you just can’t get enough of it and each time the little voice from the dark corner tries to fight its way up, the love you get back from the jar deafens the voice on its own.
So people don’t you settle for anyone lesser than a jar of nutella! 😉
.. Because your worth it! 😀 ❤
Its around 2 a.m, as I was Lying in bed waiting for his reply, I took a stroll down my memory palace ..
sitting shyly in a corner with friends covered all around. i caught a glimpse of him ,the new student the peers were trying to know better, and his friend who was more so busy showing him off to others like a Gujarati businessman trying to get attention for his superfluous product. yea, Thats how it seemed to me the first time. Differently dressed – more like a hippie, I had my pre judgmental hat on already, the sham Sherlock Holmes within my head deduced this young man is a total waste of a creature, nothing like a someone I should be anywhere near. *To my defense, I was a freshman (haven’t always been that condemnatory or hypocritical since). *
And look at me now, its past 2 a.m, relaxing back with one hand to hold my phone and a book held in the other, I seem to be trying real hard to multi task for the same “Him”(Who is now a Friend) , I crudely formed an opinion about earlier.
This carefully camouflaged hippie was nothing like his attire spoke aloud about him.It is not surprising how these highbrows preach that.. the best lessons of life are taught by Life itself. Maybe someday I could tell my kids the story of How I learned to go sober on my opinions! 😉