A Year In Love

March 22, 2016. 8:22 PM. Until then, twas a pretty ordinary day, just another day
in this pitiable existence. There was no forewarning of anything to happen either.
It was like a perfectly calm sea, my heart. Then came it did, the cyclone, at 8:22
PM. You began building up the anxiety for some minutes by then already. But
nothing in the world could have prepared me for the storm that you conjured up
and sent my way. And when it hit me, I was torn apart like a rag of paper, tossed
apart like I was some extraordinarily light thing, squeezed like a sponge, squished
like a piece of cake in between battling hands and finally drowned in your love.
Oh, it was love alright.

As someone who develops crushes so easily on every passing girl, and who lacks
any reasonable flirting skills whatsoever to talk any girl into a relationship with
me, that moment was even if Shakespeare were to come up from the grave
now, he cant coin a word in the English language that can express precisely what
I felt that moment. Happily stupefied could come close to describing my situation
at that time perhaps. That you swept me off my feet is a gross underestimation of
what happened to me on March 22, 2016, at 8:22 PM. Thank you, Hema Shree
Krishnan, the love of my life for taking me through an exhilarating ride, an
exhilarating ride.

My life before you, it was nothing much beyond being mildly interesting. As a
mediocre achiever in life, I was a semi-introverted (still am, I guess) with everyone
except friends. Binge watching sitcoms, gorging literature on Kindle, scrolling
through facebook posts and envying the happening lives of random people
some of the tasks I was upto. There was nothing much to eagerly look forward to,
like your message in the early morning for which I eagerly wait every morning
since March 22, 2016. It is safe to say that you have turned my life about 230
degrees around.

One question, the answer to which remains a mystery to me still, is what do you
see in me! After the many sorrows I have put you through over the last year, you
are still with me. We have broken up like a dozen times or so, mostly me being the
one who says I am breaking up with you and shit like that. Of course, the fact that
I ping you within 12 hours of breaking up is another thing (hehehe!). I have made
you cry so many times, I abused you emotionally many a time, I said horrible shit
that would have definitely resulted in me being slapped if it was some other girl.
Yet, every single time, you forgave me when I came back apologizing and begging
you to take me back. Youre a keeper, girl! (Ummah)

One of the main complaints that I used so many times against you that you
arent trusting me enough. Although you narrated all the horrible experiences that
you were put through during your childhood, I haven't ever been really
understanding. I was never a good boyfriend material and I dont think I have
changed much in this one year either. But you endured with me, and continued to
endure. You shattered my accuses with that daring exchange we had about a
week ago. Thank you so much. I cant imagine a life without you Hemalu. I just
cant. I love you very much.

I tried to make you jealous by flirting with Phemi or other girls (the screenshots). It
was an evil thing to do. But I only meant to do it in a humorous way. Doing that, I
soured your relationship with Phemi, for which I gotta apologize although, I think
it is a good sign that my baby feels jealousy (as long as it is mild!) when I do shit
like this (hahaha). Lot of people go through life without finding true love. I dont
think its so much about finding love as much as it is about being a good, kind
and loving person with everyone around you. I believe I got this angel, by being
that person... carefree and not encumbered by anything.

In this past one year, how many days we stayed not messaging each other?
Three? Four? Definitely not more than that. Even when you were busy with stuff or
me going to Indore, we were inseparable. The time and space that physically
separates us may scoff at us, but thanks to Tim Berners Lee and Mark Zuckerberg
(whom I loathe by the way, but Ill nevertheless kiss his ass if we are to ever get
married) we can show our middlefingers to them.