Burden of Love

7 billion stories unfolding all at once, some more dramatic than others. And all of them seemingly lost. Love is a burden, not only the romantic kind, but all of them.

Asking strangers where does this road lead to, and wondering if I am still on the right road. Smiling without a reason as I open up my gallery and I go through the pics that she send me in saree. Wondering if I should drop a text and crack up that stupid joke that I laughed at too hard in my mind. Fights with the backspace button but it winning every time.

Friends too busy with their love life, some prepping themselves up for a better 9-5 job that pays them serious money and a few others busy with their oblique feelings. And why shouldn’t they be? Not everyone wants to be a stupid ass writer, who enjoys creating content and wants to travel places I guess.

Not to sound sexist but being born as a man can feel quite traumatising at times. It’s controversial, but men have a responsibility beyond themselves. We are called to lead, protect, build and endure most importantly. Always criticised LOVE as being “delusional” while describing PAIN as “honest” and “truly powerful”. And now I can’t seem to get her from my mind. Hypocrite, I know. But the heart wants what it wants.

But what’s life without a little suffering, what’s joy without a lil hustling at first. Some people will cut you down at the very first sight of you living yours, because they are confronted with the harrowing reality: they’re forgetting to do so themselves.

Get up, shoot that stupid video, record yourself, sing out loud, talk to that friend, people are ready to say yes, we are just too afraid to ask!!