Love never lasts forever only its memories do

After each failed love experience my friends would often coax me or shall I say console me saying True love lasts forever. All of them have been in beautiful chronic relationships so it’s not at all surprising that my idea of love is alien to them. So the times when I got myself a no strings attached relationship or landed on bed in my very first date with an unknown guy I met on facebook they weren’t really pleased. Oh! And about that poet who came to my college as guest lecturer and the very next day a casual morning walk somehow ended up with his body latched to mine and his hot breath blowing on my neck. These were those rarest moments ,when I found myself being counseled by my contemporaries and even seniors on true love, theories of soul mates and yeah that epic line “one should always wait for their knight in shining armor”. I would often joke, what if my knight was born in Africa instead of Europe? Shit I can’t even call him a knight then or what if while he was coming to me his plane crashed? But on a serious note I could never explain to them that I do not believe in the science of forever. We are mortals and so is everything in our life. Love is just like happiness we keep falling in and falling out. We get into committed relationship or wedlock to ensure it lasts forever. Seeking validations and legitimacy, building societal and lawful pressure all the measures are undertaken to blind ourselves to this inevitability.

If love was so strong then what is the need to name it. Why two people can’t merely be lovers just lovers? Because we all crave for stability whereas love is unstable in its character. Each time I found shelter in the arms of my lover I felt loved. When my world drives me crazy I flee to him, my escape. Attempting to fix my coldness with his warmth and losing my shadow in his. There are no fireworks, no butterflies, no exploding lung or a racing heart but peace. I feel at peace, he becomes my pack of ultra classics and we both are like two Brahmas carving our worlds together. He might lust for my skin but in this small moment he fulfills my lust for another soul. Thus my vision and dream of soul mate keeps on building and breaking. At that instant the love I encounter is selfless for we both don’t expect anything in return. For once it doesn’t take a shape of investment. But for others it’s hard to assimilate.

Some people often complain howcome you crave for a man’s love, let them use you and still proclaim yourself a feminist? To which I reply I call myself a feminist because I don’t need a man but can certainly want one. And my body, it belongs to me. I can offer it to anyone I admire but the choice will be solely mine. Feminism is not about hating men but about loving the woman which lives beneath this barrier of skin. And mine is an alpha woman. She doesn’t seek validation and hates authority and likes to take things under her control. And respecting her choice makes me a feminist.