Love Shorts #30

Every time we part, I feel like a child whose favourite toy has been taken away from him. One such occasion might be our last meeting.
Even though I look at her longer than I should at times, it can't provide for the void her permanent absence would leave in my life.
Being practical, I tell myself not to think of what will happen eventually and to live this moment which is full of love, hope and possibility.
Life is a perpetual tryst to find true love, and the only way to succeed is giving back love.

Love Shorts #29

Sometimes the only reason we do not get something is that we do not ask for it. Be it ketchup in a fancy restaurant or someon's love.
It takes courage and confidence to  express your feelings, but more than anything else, it takes conviction. You have to be convinced about your feelings before telling it to her.

''It must be the hardest thing for a guy to propose to a girl.'' She asks, ''That fear of getting rejected! And girls make wrong choices all the times.''
''The hardest part,'' I tell her ''is always ti figure out if she is the one.''

Love Shorts #28

Misunderstandings are born not necessarily out of lack of understanding. When two persons are trying too hard not to hurt each other, they end up being too conscious, and hurt each other. Remember as a child you broke the china glass crockery when your mother asked you to 'handle it very very carefully?'
I thought it would be bad to argue with her while she expected me to argue back.
The confusion lead to words being said, feelings being hurt.
''It is just a small matter.'' I tell her. ''I want to come out it. I wish I knew how.''
When you don't know how to make the situation good, don't make it worse by saying bad words in anger. Let time be the healer.

Love Shorts #27

She has seen me disappearing into nothingness, surrendering the best of company, including hers. 
I am a craftsperson looking for words just like a PokemomGo enthusiast is finding a Pokemon in nearby radar.
I cannot resist the temptation to catch that Pokemon and sometimes I make my own sacrifices for that, cutting away from my favourite people .
''An artist lives an aloof life.,'' she observes.
I smile to her. ''An artist lives alone not out of loneliness but to pursue his art. Just what the job demands..''
''Why pursue such a job?.''
''It is the restlessness to get it out, an irresrible urge. Passion!''
''Can you feel the same passion about anything else or anyone else?''
I had like to believe she was referring to herself.
''Yes,'' I answer ''but one passion at a time.''

Love Shorts #26

She often asks me to tell her her shortcomings. I always tell her that it was her asking this question.
What a shame that the person to whom I want to say the nicest things asks me to say otherwise.
She has shortcomings. Some of her shortcomings made me feel  affectionate towards her. She has a lack of belief in her abikities. When she errs, she hurts herself. She never has an intention of inflicting her misery on others. She takes up venom from their life instead.
Her shortcomings are that she is too modest and a giver.
I end up complimenting her while pointing out her shortcomings.

Love Shorts #25

No matter how messed up she is in her life, I like her assertiveness while shopping. What a rare quality for a woman to possess. She knows what she wants and does not waste time on what she does not.
''Let's move (out of this shop).'' is the most romantic thing a woman can say while shopping.
She asks for my advice  and then does otherwise. I do not want it to be any other way.
We have an understanding.
To me, she looks good in everything, and I look good in what she suggests.

Love Shorts #24

I had my entire self wandering through the universe trying to pluck up a few delightful words and arrange them in my bouquet. The stars were just not right to express my feelings into words.
She overlooked my restless condition and dared to ask me, ''Where is your love short for today?''
For someone already in dearth of words, I responded with a mere shrug .
She transformed into a motivational speaker.
''Well, don't stress out.  Remember the KiSS rule. just write what you are feeling right now.''
I took a paper and wrote the following sentence.
''I think I am falling in love.''
There was a pause.
''Thatt's nice.'' She eventually said. ''But.'..'
''What?'
''Where is the metaphor?''
''Damn you.''

Love Shorts #23

She texted me to switch to a particular FM channel. ''Isnt it a nice song?''
''It is.'' I texted back, happy to be on the same frequency as her.
What a binding quality technology has. Two persons who wish to be together, can be together. If not in flesh, then atleast virtually. They can see each other, listen to each other, have them around in some form.
But, technology can only be an aid. It can not mitigate the absence of that person.
Those five minutes of seeing her in person cannot be compared to communicating to her throughr different tools of technology.

Love Shorts #22

Doing small things for each other is not a small thing.
That small gesture of being ready with water when you know the other person just had something spicy.
That small gesture of messaging to ensure that the other person has reached hone.
That small gesture of holding hands to make the other feel home.
That small gesture of telling a stupid joke to cheer the other person up.
That small gesture of listening to stupid innocent stories when the other person feels to talk.
When some day, she asks me what can I do for her, I will say, ''I will do all the small things that will become a part of your life.''

Love Shorts #21

''You have a way with words. You can make a simple sentence interesting just by the way you say it.''
''Maybe.''' I reflected on her compliment.
''Shut up, you idiot.'' She literally swore me for not accepting her compliment graciously.
''I can do it with only few situations and fee people.'' My eyes pointed towards her.
'You should not give me credit for your talent.'' she protested.
I paused to frame an answer in my mind. ''A writer cannot brag about his work for he knows not for how long would he keep producing it, but he can brag about his muse for constantly inspiring him.''

Love Shorts #19

it turned out to be a spiritual experience when I sat down to sketch her face because.I gained more confidence in the creator's ability; especially His aesthetic prowess. I felt besmalled by His artistry for giving her such precise and fine structure, those majestic curves and pleasing composition.
I was sulking from inside,  feeling guilty , as if I was ruining a perfectly done masterpiece.
''Why do you think that way? It's enough that you tried to sketch me.'' She could not understand my guilt.
''It isn't enough,'' I protested, ''This was my chance to show you how beautiful you look in my eyes.''

Love Shorts #17

Beauty is subjective, but everyone unanimously accepts that it is not artificial. Make up, accessories and clothing can do little good if you are not healthy and happy from inside.
''I am not that beautiful,'' she says and it is the most beautiful aspect of her.
She may not comply to all the universally acceoted parameters of beauty, but I know that she is kind, honest, good-spirited and loving,  Hence ''beautiful'' is a word zi would always associate with her.

Love Shorts #16

''Sometimes I do not get any sleep despite lying on my bed for the whole night. It is like I am reading ten murder mysteries at once, not knowing the murderer in any of them.'' I told her my situation.
''Thatt's horrible. What do you do then?'' She asked in her concerned voice.
''I think of writing a blog post  suggesting Top 100 ways of getting sound sleep.''
''Why can't you be serious about anything?'' she snapped, ''What are you doing to cure your problem?''
''I am waiting for someone to rock my cradle and sing me a lullaby.''

Love Shorts #15

I see the migratory birds flying back to their native towns. I see the mprints of our feet being washed away. The daylight is fading. It's time to depart.
''Why does nothing stay forever?'' I ask her.
''I am sure it gets recorded in the archive of universe somewhere. We can always refer to it in our memories. It doesn't stay the same way as if it does we would never have new memories.''  She explained.
I smiled shortly, but still wondered if she was going to stay by my side for the new memories.
As if reading my thoughts, she held my hand softly.
We held hands and watched the sunset.

Love Shorts #12

I scan through my notifications for her Whatsapp message every morning ,and if it is not there, I look at her ''last seen.'
I perform the ritual several times during the day. I often wait a long time for her message, but if you would ask her, she will say that I take a long time in replying. She can disappear for hours, sleep without saying 'goodnight' or leave promptly in the middle of chat, but if I take a few more seconds in replying, I am disqualified.
''Till when are we going to play the game by your rules?'' I ask her.
''Till you like it.'' She replies with a tongue out emoticon

Love Shorts #11

I realise that we have words and expressions for everything but beauty. Splendid, mesmerising, spell bound, out of this world and perhaps my least favourite, speechless. These adjectives are used so often that they have lost their meaning.
I do not think any linguistic has been successful in coining the words to illustrate the beauty of her eyes when she smiles.
Neither can a writer describe it, nor can a painter paint it and nor can an actor imitate it.
We can never praise true beauty. We can only cherish the smile that it brings on our face.

Love Shorts #10

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She loves making different hairstyles. I love messing with them.
She ties them in different ways. I love to unknot them.
The only thing more beautiful than a girl's face is a girl's face with hair scattered over it.
''I love loose hair,'' I tell her. ''Why  do girls have them tied up most of the time?''
''Thatt's the only way to manage them. They go in all directions otherwise,.' She explained.
''Thatt's the way they should be. Wandering like a spirit.' I argued coherently.
''Even the spirit has to be disciplined to travel in the right path..  'She won the argument.

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Love Shorts #9

               

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Sometimes I imitate her way of talking. Sometimes she mocks my expressions. Sometimes we say the same thing at the same time. Sometimes we do not let each other speak. 
We laugh at these situations. We have plenty of personal jokes to laugh at.
''I love laughing with you,'' I tell her. ''My idea of great music is the fusion of our laughter.''
''Nice thought,'' she gives me a rare compliment. ''And what is your idea of noise?''
''Only one of us laughing at our personal jokes.''

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Love Shorts #7

She can listen to me moaning over my troubles again and again. She can be a deserted valley echoing back my pain.
She  rather chooses not to let me talk about them. She takes me on another lane of conversation, a far off land from the land of my  troubles. We converse there in quiet whispers.
Perhaps some problems in our lives are not meant to be resolved. They are like monsters that suck their nutrition from our mention of them.
Our quiet whispers quiten the monster.

Love Shorts #6

 
She tell me long tales of her everyday encounters. She describes the plot,  situation and characters with a surgeon-like precision, going back and forth in time. She provide all details, her insights, make impressions and suggest alternatives. Probably the actual events occur in a shorter passage of time . I am not to interrupt her for otherwise she will forget her narrative. All my comments are to wait for an unforseen time when the narrative ends.
''If I were so adept  at narrating details I would have been a prolific novelist.,'' I remark on her proficiency. ''How do you manage that?''
''Just as you manage to be a gracious listener..'' She answers