What? You want me to write a letter? You kidding me! Such old-school romantic you are!

Cupid is not the one anymore who strikes a bow from his arrow to make people fall in love.  May be, he lost it somewhere. We don’t fall in love anymore, we float! The love story begins with texting and ends with blocking. Move on. We are more efficient in moving on than trying to fix it. It’s fine being single, it’s fine to distance yourself, it’s fine to live alone, life moves on… nobody bothers to stay there for a while, listen, think, understand, adjust. Why should I adjust? There is always someone better! And this search never ends. We keep on searching all our lives.

Do we really love as much as we show? The romance found and flaunted in Facebook walls. What about the rest? We click selfies, how much do we talk? We text, but we don’t write. We have time to indulge in social media but we don’t have time to have a conversation face to face or write a text with proper grammar and punctuation. What people do with all that time they save writing short, half-written text messages? Impatience, dear Watson, this is sheer impatience! The more it is easy to communicate, the less becomes the matter to communicate. We jump into conclusion so fast! Judge easily, trust no one. We are so busy in guarding ourselves.

Born in a wrong generation, there are few cursed souls who can’t get out of that 90’s cheesy Bollywood songs kind of romance. And still believe, love will find them somewhere and the broken pieces of their souls would stick back together. Someone will wait for them for hours holding a love letter and secretly put them in their bag. Someone will cross miles to get a glimpse of the beloved. Someone will fear losing the loved one. Someone will keep the photo in his wallet instead of Facebook wall. And someone who will not find these stupid!

Once upon a time, people used to fall in love without late night phone calls, mushy text messages, video chats. There was no special day to celebrate love. Still they were in love. They struggled each day to be in love, keep the love. Little bit of struggle is very much necessary for a greater, stronger bond.

So, next time, I want to long for you. And I want you to long for me. Like a poor woman living in sea shore in some far away savage land on earth, waiting for her husband who would have gone for fishing, while watching the sea roaring in storm. After a sleepless night, she would hear the known voice calling her restlessly. She would come outside running to see him all wet and exhausted but with a big smile on face. They both would hug so tightly as it could be their last. She would fear to lose him in sea and his fear was never to see her again if the storm had destroyed their broken hut completely. They both would fear losing each other.

Thus live like there’s no tomorrow. Happy Valentine’s Day! Keep loving each other, each moment… slowly, patiently, madly!