Hopeless Romantics. ;)

“Think of love as a state of grace not the means to anything but the alpha and omega. An end to itself.” –From ‘Love in the Time of Cholera”

I’m becoming lovesick. Really. And for no one in particular. And since there are only a few people who listen to my bullcrap (about this) without calling me a despot, it’s finding its way into my blog. Some people are nice enough to say it’s natural, so here it is, shamelessly, a list I started when I was telling a friend I need wake-up calls. (Please let’s not argue about how someone else can also give me a wake-up call)

I want a guy (not just any guy hai feri) to give me wake-up calls
To pick me up
To find time to walk with me ALL OVER the city,
Go with me to parties
And dance till we drop
And eventually live with me,
Make me breakfast and eat, with love, the breakfast I made him.

*The above is just a very short list. I can come up with more.

Shristi says “solitude is the profoundest fact of human state, so it’s stupid to dream of dancing till I drop”. Thomas quotes a serial he watched “sometimes, perfection can be different than you imagined” re. The difference between a hopeless romantic and a not-hopeless-romantic. Fortunately/ unfortunately I’m in the first category. Arrrrgggh!