Relationships

Abhishek Thakore
Abhi Writes
Published in
5 min readApr 15, 2021
The Kiss by Klimt; Source: Google Search

1 Jan 2012: So often, when I tell you I love you, I actually love my idea of you..of how you should be….how you should act….how you should reciprocate….As long as you fit that idea, the love springs forth….Any deviation, and my love dwindles….truth stares in my face….it wasn’t love for you…I had only branded it that way

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29 Jan 2012: Our mind adjusts to new levels of both pleasure and pain…after a while they stop being remarkable…makes me wonder then, how much is pleasure for its own sake worth striving for? And how much is pain to be feared? And am I doing something just because I don’t know any better way to pleasure?

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14 Feb 2012:

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You’re it.

Not because I love you, but because I just can’t hate you… Every fight and disagreement, I want to have with you….

Above the turbulent waves of life is a deep calm ocean of love….when storms hit, all I need to do is submerge…. with you….

You’re my sweet candy….and also the toothache, the visit to the dentist and the bill…I want to embrace all of you…

Infect my thoughts….possess me like a restless spirit….engulf me like darkness….whatever you do….I want it to be you

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29 Feb 2012: The desire that sprouts in the deepest, purest corner of your heart is the desire of the Universe — it is what the divine intends to make happen through you. Its your privilege to be a space for that desire, and your responsibility to fearlessly go and make it happen

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5 March 2012: Inside me are multiple selves….a democracy of ideas, beliefs and thoughts leads to a slow negotiation and eventually a path of action that is internally most satisfying….yet, ‘progress’ in the real sense requires a dictatorship to be installed — a single focus, a single idea, a monoculture. Does it? Does it mean muffling of the minorities (the stray nomadic desires or the heart driven compassion)? Does it mean letting one self grab power and decide whats best for all of me?

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7 March 2012: You may irritate the hell out of me

May want a million things to change

But pay no heed to me my love

Tho it may seem a ‘lil strange

But its you I fell head over heels for,

Let your quirks remain the same,

Without your randomness and madness

Love will be a boring mundane game

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6 July 2012:

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You were not an epiphany…..

That hit….bedazzled me…permeated my being…

No…you weren’t that

You were a million faint whispers….

each talking in different ways….different tones…to different ‘me’s

I soaked in…slowly drenched…..

And gradually….you were my voice….you were in me….

what remains out there….is just one faint whisper called you….

The million others…..have become me

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7 March 2013: Dear Pani Puri,

I love you. Because you are such a delectable bundle of contradictions. You’re sweet, sour, salty and spicy at the same time. You are crisp from the outside and yet with a soft interior. You are part liquid and part solid. You’re cold and yet a lil warm.

You blow my mind! Like she does.

Perhaps, for the same reasons…

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1 May 2013: I disagree.

This is the rah-rah American self-help brand ‘success’ that looks at relationships as merely ladders to get somewhere. It reduces the richness and joy of friendship to merely usable assets — like you upgrade cars and watches, upgrade friendships.

This is a part of a larger, irrational belief that “success” is entirely a product of one’s own efforts (totally discounting factors like circumstances at birth, opportunities, genetics and luck). And, it comes from an extremely narrow definition of success — the soap-opera-ads-defined success of gifting diamonds to express love or buying bigger cars to express machismo.

Relationships need time, they need patience and they need us to connect at the deepest level — and success to me is having such deep connections, carefully nurtured over time, not transactionally abandoned based on ‘results’.

“Success” can be very temporary — deep friendships are lasting and way more precious than any trinket or gadget money can ever buy.

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1 Sept 2013:

man is contained in woMAN, as he is contained in sHE

The journey of a man perhaps is expanding himself to become a woMAN — a man with empathy, compassion, nurturance and expression

Art by Margaret C. Cook from a rare 1913 edition of Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass. Source: Brain Picking

And the journey of a woman probably is to connect to the ‘MAN’ within herself — the space of courage, power, stability and strength

My prayers to Ardhanarishwar to lead us from our struggling gender-imbalanced world to the one of beauty and co-blossoming

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30 April 2014: Any greatness I shower on you, that is paid through esteem in my own pockets is a disservice to both of us….

Instead, let me shower you with appreciation, which, like an idea or a smile, does not deplete me when I give it away…..

Let me not put you on a pedestal, because in doing that I naturally put myself down…..but let me surely acknowledge your beauty….for in doing that I acknowledge my own too….

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19 Dec 2016:

If you really love someone, let them know right now.

Life may not give you another chance.

24 July 2017:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rw_jNbSVDGk

There’s a priceless dignity in our culture, that acknowledges and even celebrates every emotion, every occassion….

If you’re longing to meet your beloved (or just bored waiting for someone), start with Suhaani Raat Dhal Chuki, Na Jaane tum kab aaoge….

Reaffirm your committment then with Hum Intezaar Karenge and transistion to the cool Kishore singing “Intehaan Ho Gayi, Intezaar ki” and step it up with Aao Sajna (Choke Studio)

Invite Nusrat to celebrate the coming Piya Ghar Aaya as well as Aaj mere piya ghar aaye hain…..

Before you know it, it’ll be time for her to leave…..perfect for the Aaj Jaane ki Zid Na karo…..and maybe close it with a Na Jaane Kyon, hota hai yeh zindagi ki saath….or a harder Jagjit….Tere baare mein jab socha Nahin tha…..

So much better then “You’re late” or “When do we catch up” and “See you next time around”

8 Aug 2017:

In C 2004 she lives, dancing with a dozen daisies, dreaming with dew drop eyes, she’s made up of a million lights!

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