Maa, I’m in Love

Maa, I’m in love. No, he isn’t the one of your creed and no, he doesn’t pray the same gods as you do. But Maa, I’m in love. He says he loves me too. Not always, but at times; often when he’s alone and maybe feeling lonely. He says he loves me too.

He isn’t tall, dark and handsome. He isn’t the boy who topped all his classes and got love from teachers . But Maa, I’m in love. He doesn’t call me every night or take me out for movies often. He doesn’t tell me that he needs me to be by his side. He is wild and free; forgo emotional and nurturing. But Maa, I’m in love. He doesn’t write me poems or shower me with gifts. He doesn’t sing me songs or tell me jokes when I’m down. He isn’t the one I lean to when I’m sad. He doesn’t like the songs I play or think my jokes are witty enough. He despises the place I work and is surprised when I hang out with my friends. And he asks me too many questions about my plans but never cares enough to make them with me. But Maa, I’m in love. And Maa, he hasn’t met my friends or I his. He couldn’t care less. He doesn’t pick me up or drop me home at evenings. He doesn’t call me to check on me when I’m out late. He doesn’t ask me if I’m doing okay. He doesn’t say that I’m pretty and that he’s a lucky man. Neither does he hold my hand in the crowd. He doesn’t have a white collared job. He says he wants to travel the world- alone. But Maa, I’m in love. And he says he loves me too. Not always, but at times. He says he loves me too.

And I think about all the times I’ve told you that I would never let you down. But Maa, I’m in love. And what are the odds.