Reality v. Practicality
When I come to think of it, it doesn't seem that simple. This summer, when I came back home and saw Mom all hustled up about behen’s shaadi , the preparations she has already started, I was highly taken aback. Not at the moment, but after sometime when in the night, after having consumed a lot of Nutella and watching random Friends’ episodes, I was about to fall asleep. It was the music that made me think. Not immediately, though. It first made me think of a partner for myself. You know, boyfriend types. The one for me. The one I would hang out with. The one with whom I would have long chats on the phone or anywhere else. But I guess, a lot of that feeling is induced. A lot of it finds its way into me because I see other people doing it. But somewhere, I do want it too. Who that will be, is a different question altogether. I know I have friends. I know they are there for me. But then, you always like to have someone special. And much of what resists me from going into a...