Love is a funny emotion. It will ensure you hang-on to the last thread of nothingness, till nothingness swallows you. It will disappear in fragments, just as it made it's presence in a fraction. We carry love with us, yet we rush into many doors to find it there and search for a spark, a hint, a sign from the Fates.
K is no different, she too at times falls for the 'if and then', falls for the 'guessing game'. Sometimes, she too is a desperate single woman, looking for a love that is in-sync with her love. Thanks to the many a frog princes in her life; she has outrun the tale, and finally rests with the love within; only to find that it is more satisfying than the fretting peace in the arms of a man of no consequence.
Thank you Mushy, Black Pearl, Pudgy Fingers, the Monk with beads and Oyster Seeker; you all have help me find my love in unmentionable and unacknowledged ways.
Ps. They are the most important people in my life, not necessarily the people I dated. Stop getting too autobiographical!
