I’d talk about you
Have you ever looked at someone for the very first time and known? Known that the person isn’t anywhere close to being ordinary.
Have you ever looked at someone for the very first time and known? Known that the person you’re looking at is not just going to be a short story, but a whole chapter if not a book in your life.
Have you ever looked at someone for the very first time and known? Just known.
Have you ever..?
Writing does not necessarily come naturally to me. (Yes it’s true. You may now get rid of that look of disbelief) My ‘interesting’ sense of humour, my charm, my wit, my weirdness and my awesomeness however does. My weirdness especially. Well, the society & ‘the LOG’ would totally agree to this one. For starters, I’m a few days short of turning 32. Not married. No, not divorced or separated or widowed or engaged or in a relationship. Just single. Yes, I’m happy. No, I’m not gay. Just single!! Yes, It is possible. Yes, it’s true. I choose to be in this space because it makes me happy. I wonder how choosing to be single makes me so different? It strangely does. Is it lonely sometimes? Yes! Would I like to be with someone for the right reason? Hell yes! I don’t however feel light about being in any relationship just because it is the thing for me to do, the norm for me to follow or the herd for me to be a part of. I know of a lot of people who’d rather be in a bad relationship or a bad marriage, just so they have a someone in their life (Makes me wonder if they really do?) or give so much importance to their “significant other” while making themselves insignificant or forgetting that the most significant person in their life is not them.. It’s Ra! hahahahaha
Acknowledging the weirdness and more so owning it definitely wasn’t the easiest thing. (Especially if it isn’t the only one and you’re the only one) I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to give in and just do it (Not do it!…get married) at some point because it somehow would’ve made everybody else’s life including my neighbour’s dog, a lot easier. But I did not. I fucking did not. I honestly can’t say if it was a good decision or a bad one, the wrong thing to do or the right. All I know that it was my decision. My decision to choose more of me. My decision to BE more of ME! My decision to be ME! (Try it sometime, it’s awesome!)
You may wonder how & where I learnt, what I learnt. (Well most of it like I keep saying is a gift. It’s a curse of awesomeness. haha) Okay on a serious note -
They say behind every successful man, there’s a woman. For me it’s been a bit different — I’d say, behind every weird & happy person, there’s a weird-er & happier person.
Today I’d like for all of you meet My Happy. My Person =)
Thank you for being my person. Thank you for showing me that it was & is possible. Thank you for showing me how it’s done. (Woo hoo) Thank you for patiently watching over me. (Even though you sometimes pretend you’re not) Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for being my facilitator & my friend. Thank you for being such an annoyingly good inspiration. (It makes me want to choose more of me by default) Thank you for being the wind beneath my wings. (You make me want to soar higher and never give up on me) Thank you for for making my smiles wider & laughs louder. Thank you for being you!
“What would you talk about if you had to tell people a story about your life?” (She asked one night after we watched a video of a friend narrate a story about hers.)
“You. I’d talk about you.”
Have you ever… ever met Aditi?
