My soul sister and me, were wondering the other day ~ Why are we happily single? Is it a phrase we simply use to conform to the world’s standards of the opposite of committed? Or is it something we say aloud to pacify ourselves that we really are happy looking at our friends getting lost in each others’ eyes? Does it have something to do with being afraid of commitment and the innumerable troubles about space and time and attention that ensues?
None satisfied our quench and hunger to know!
Until… We finally hit jackpot!
We’re already in love. Not with one single person, but various parts of various people! And of late, it’s staring into my face so much, that I can’t avoid writing about it any more.
I’m in love.
I’m in love with the strength of the female who reminds herself each morning that her parents are as important as her boyfriend.
I’m in love with the endurance of the sister who manages to accept me just as I am!
I’m in love with the resilience of the friend who knows how difficult the path is, but keeps at it while people around her do nothing much to pull her up!
I’m in love with the care of the brother who stands by me through thick and thin, making sure my smile never fades. Yes, all you brothers.
I’m in love with the faith of the friend who bared his life’s biggest secrets to me.
I’m in love with the positivity of this blogger who encouraged me to transform my works from that of a little girl to a young lady!
I’m in love with the love my friend has for his better half!
I’m in love with the ‘chemistry’ I share with a blogger, our thoughts meshing effortlessly each time.
I’m in love with the innocence of my friend’s baby niece! And also his love for her.
I’m in love with how understanding that friend is who never once complained about how my complaints bore him!
I’m in love with the humour of the friend who I’ve never seen without a smile to share!
I’m in love with the passion of that domestic help who went on to join an NGO and is now learning English.
I’m in love with the intelligence of the friend who is as modest about it as one can be!
I’m in love with the inquisitiveness of the cabbie who wanted to know why my destination was named so and what was its historical significance.
I’m in love with the concern that crops up in the friend’s eyes each time my own are welling up.
I’m in love with the compassion of that shopkeeper who feeds those stray dogs and lets them warm themselves in her barely successful shop.
I’m in love with myself for being so much in love, for finding so much to love and for trying each day to love!
Each day I come across beauty, rawness, hope, love, strength, smiles.
Each day I also come across hatred, anger, greed, stealth, deception, frowns.
It is my choice which ones I choose to imbibe, cultivate, remember and fall in love with!
There isn’t lack of love. We just have to know where to look.
I know why I’m happily single. And now you do too.