Contrarian, weird, crazy, and what not.
I don't appreciate monsoon, but that doesn't mean I'm pessimistic. I like drenching my body, soul and mind in the rain, and I love petrichor, but I do not love the gloom the season brings with itself.
I love the sun. I find it intriguing, and can relate to it. I love it's magnificence and the power it signifies. But, that doesn't mean that I hold this view only to stand out.
I may not love chocolate, or order the dish everyone loves to order, and I am not a fan of mango, that is considered the king of fruits.
I may not love staring at the faces of my co workers when I don't have work, and that clearly doesn't symbolise my laziness or inability to appreciate things.
I may not be your type, but that doesn't mean I'm weird, because I may be what others find unusual, but my caliber ranges far from your reach.
I'm not clingy if I notice too much, and certainly not finicky if I can outperform you.
If you have an issue with the way I am, it's better you felt uncomfortable, because I'm done feeling out of place, and being reflected as a misfit, because I refuse to accept the absurd confinement the human race calls norms, and my obscurity to be weirdness.
I’d never thought someone could ever replicate his touch. The way my heart pounded when he touched me with his eyes, touched me from within. The kind of unrest- I called love. He invoked an unknown, vivid and restless fire inside of me. I couldn’t sit still when he was around, couldn’t do anything far related to calm. He was like the storm I had never experienced in life.
It’s different now. I don’t feel the same way when I first started out, I was afraid. There was no fire, no storm. I was terrified- what if I don’t feel the same way about him , that way, the way I felt about him. I felt like the sea- calm, composed and really at peace. Like I have reached my horizon after miles of swaying, swimming and searching. Suddenly, my life is about me, and I feel like I want him , not need him . I was lying there, confused, about what I felt. Was the unrest that I felt love? Was the calm inside of me a sign of my incapability to love again? Or w...
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