Just a dirty trick.

The word 'love' means different things to different people.
Love is that first feeling you feel before all the bad stuff gets in the way.
Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your french fries without making them give any of theirs.
Love makes the highs higher and the lows more frequent.
Love is a grave mental disease.

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love to suffer. Not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to love. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you are writing this down.

When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.
Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species.


P. S - I have a t-shirt with this article written on it.

The end of the start.

He asked me to meet him at the tower at 6pm. Finally we were meeting! After a week of disastrous exams, I need a comforting hug from him. To restore my sanity.

The tower is the place where he first proposed to me. It was a cold November evening one year ago. We were shivering yet we stood there like maniacs and looked into each others eyes. Finally he said, “I l-love you” and blushed oh-so-much. I could feel my cheeks turning red too, and I smiled. We drifted closer and kissed. It felt as though it was a bright sunny day again.

I got ready to meet him and reached the tower at 6. He was already waiting for me. However, he didn’t look very cheerful, I guessed, it was due to exams. So I hugged him and gave him the assorted donuts I had bought for him. He loved them, they would definitely cheer him!

I thought he would eat them right away, but he didn’t. Instead he said, “I need to talk to you”

“Okay. “ I said looking all confused. “About what?”

“Remember, this is where I first told you that I love you? This is where it all started. And today, I think, I want to end it.”

I couldn’t figure out what he was saying, so I was like “What??”

He gazed into my eyes and said, “I want to break up with you.”

I could feel my insides melting. All I could manage to say was, “B-but w-why?”

“I don’t want to lie to you. I loved you, I really did…but..”

I controlled my tears; I just couldn’t believe this was happening.

“.. I met Trisha some days ago and we started talking… and soon realised that we still have feelings for each other. We were not over yet”

Trisha, his ex. He is breaking up with me because of her? I don’t believe this. I thought he told me he was over her. We had sorted it out.

He was lying to me? All the time?

“Whatever I had with you was real, but with Trisha it was something different. I don’t think I will have that with you or with anyone else. I tried, Anvesha. I really did.”

I just stood there, open mouth. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening.

I just kept staring at him not knowing what to say.

“Anvesha, are you…okay?” He asked, when I didn’t say anything for five minutes.

I was shattered. I could feel my body shivering. There was a giant lump in my throat. Any time now, I could start crying.

But I didn’t want to. In front of him, atleast.

I didn’t feel like fighting back, or asking him to change his mind or threaten him. I don’t know why, maybe because I was expecting something like this. Maybe I didn’t notice his subtle hints about it. Maybe I was too much in love with him.

“If that’s what you really want, then I am okay with it.”

I wasn’t.

He stared and blinked at me. I guess, he was expecting me to put up a fight, some drama. But I didn’t.

I just let him go. I don’t know if I was doing the right thing, but at that time, it felt right.

I didn’t want him to give me ‘we can be friends’ speech and he didn’t.

He leaned forward to give me a goodbye kiss but I turned around. A tear trickled down my 
face.

I heard his footstep leaving the tower.