She Doesn’t Reply
Usually, when it is our first shot at finding someone whom we think of as our true love and our conversations has reached a point where we are comfortable with each other and each other’s company, we forget where to draw the line. We forget where our pursuit of chasing someone and putting in an effort to win over someone is slowly morphing into a tool of self-harm.
In these times, when the bulk of conversations happen on instant messaging, emails and other such tools which give you the tiniest detail of whether your messages are read or not, these self-harm in terms of ‘the overall happy mood’ is further infuriated.
Coupled with these thoughts and a medieval styled poetry hangover, I wrote a few lines on the afternoon of 12th May 2014.
The reason I can post it now is because I don’t think I can get to point now in life where, someone not responding to me would make me feel like this. It’s like, I am way over this feel which young lovers feel.
Oh! to be young and to feel love’s keen sting — Dumbledore
Youtube Link — Jump to 1:50 to hear Dumbledore, skipping the background.
