Marriage? Hmm. It used to be an intriguing topic—until I turned 25, 26, and found myself becoming a part of it. For the longest time, I dreamt of finding the right person, getting married in a typical Tamil ceremony, creating memories together, attending weddings as a couple, going on vacations, having a child or two, growing old together—you know, just the usual. Growing up, marriage wasn’t something I ever discussed with my parents. They never initiated the conversation, and I wasn’t keen on bringing it up either. The only thought that would occasionally cross my mind about marriage was this: I didn’t want to marry a Tamil boy. Now, you might ask why. I have my reasons. Mainly, I’ve never been exposed to Tamil boys who I found attractive or intellectually stimulating. The ones I did know never seemed to be my type. That was the primary reason I never felt drawn to them. Also, I’m not very religious, so the idea of marrying into a Tamil household—where I might be expected to participa...
I found somebody who can love me at my worst. Who clicks selfies with me when I'm sleeping with my mouth wide open I found somebody who loves my strawberry thighs, Who has a super cool yet dramatic family just like mine, I found somebody who is ready to learn an alien language because why not, Who is my reel and real boyfriend, I found somebody who travels kilometres apart to have a cheese grill w me, Who sings like nobody is watching, who flexes sticky notes, I found somebody who shares his birthday with Big B and is quite Bollywood, just like him, Who loves beaches and couldn't care less about it because things he loves are just as infinite as his love. . . . I found somebody who can love me at my worst.
What is this life, and what are 24 hours even for , if you do not spend them loving — obsessing over someone? I truly believe loners — the ones who go through life without finding someone to love when they're on the lookout — are the most neglected children of God. Because honestly, why wouldn't you want to care for someone? To show up for them? To pour your affection into them? To smush their face into your chest and just be ? When you turn 82 — or maybe even 78, since mankind and its life expectancy are in freefall — would you really want to look back and think about your corporate jobs? The Excel shortcuts you mastered? The interns you harassed? The boys you toyed with and kept hanging just for fun? I’d rather think of all the beautiful relationships I’ve had. The people I got the chance to live with. The days I spent swooning over my 'boys.' The days I couldn’t think of anything else. What is this life if not days and moments filled with love, obsession, dates, b...
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