Chicken Soup

I am a hopeless romantic. When I say romantic, I literally mean that I feel everything, and everything manages to touch me in some way or the other. When I say hopeless, that’s just a figure of speech. It’s like, if you’d give me a box of chocolates some day, i would save the box in some corner so that one day, i can look back onto it. So, I’ve not just saved chocolate boxes, but gift-wrappers, chocolate wrappers, souvenirs, cards, and also farewell letters, and sometimes even lost and found items. I love the smell of tobacco before it’s burnt and petrichor. I like to think about beautiful things happening to me and though they eventually turn into blunders, it’s nice to keep them on my mind. Some of the victim incidents included my first kiss. And I’m sure everybody can relate to this one. Can’t blame my perspective, but yeah, things happening way out of the plan , and out of the box, is a huge turn-on for me.

It had once happened that I was so moved after feeding a dog one day near my college canteen, and looking at him eat up all those within seconds, made me cry so bad. Maybe he was just too hungry and I felt like I was some sort of a saviour to him. Or , it sometimes happens that i switch on the yellow lights in my room, play some nice music and practice ball dancing, wishing only if I had a partner to dance with. I am totally a tea-by-the-window kind of person or wakes up to good morning sunlight and loves to hang my feet, sitting on an elevated place. Poetry slams and words intrigue me. I am only interested in RomComs when it comes to bingewatching shows on Netflix. They make me love the idea of love. I have realized that people always have this misconception about falling in love and loving the entire concept of being love. In the latter case, you like the very fact that there is a possibility that you can feel more affectionate towards somebody and you’re still a step away from placing yourself with someone, or may be , you’re fantasizing your love life with somebody. When you are really in love, you wouldn’t get to know, when it really happens. It’s all about the spark. Well, in real life, i have never come across sparks, and rather got myself electrocuted. Okay, that was a metaphor. So, RomComs are steady good-mood on-setters.

I love the concept of letters. They are just too pure, a form of human expression and I have always had special affinity towards writing them. Not like a diary person or something, well i tried being one, but didn’t work out. Letters are a good idea, but only if I could post them to someone, and get some in response. Emails have ruined that feeling, though there’s beauty in them too.

I am into art. By art, I mean, I like to express things on paper, which has affected my life or vexes my imagination or fills my soul with a moment of joy. Roads, lanes, flowers, movie scenes, songs and sometimes, things told to me by some people. Fantasizing is my hobby. I think so much, that sometimes my head feels like it could explode. Sometimes i picture my head as a piñata and I am pulling the strings.

I like people, who like me. I care about people not because I like them or tend to grow fond of them but because I hate being careless. The only thing that gives me an OCD is being careless towards something or someone. It’s like, sometimes it gets hard for me to not be nice.

I always feel that people should start loving things around them, value people who try to show them some love and not run away from them, doing things that they love, worship what they do or what they think can make them become better and stronger and also learn to love, not others but themselves first.

I love to treat myself and go on dates with myself and the whole thing about “coffee for two, table for one" has happened to me a hundred times. I gift myself roses on special occasions. Has to be just one and light pink in colour as they are aesthetically appealing little things. I do pluck a petal from it and keep it in my diary, before I dispose it off cz that’s how it’s supposed to be. Memories.

I love to dress-up and apply make-up, just fond of eyeshadows. More like, I find experimenting with eye-shadows as some sort of magic. The results can vary so much and every one of them yield a new shade and that makes it beautiful. I love braids. And I love it even more when it do it on my hair. Probably the best feeling in the world.

Sometimes I wish I could read minds, so that I could hurt less people and people could hurt me even lesser.

Sometimes, I wish I was less of a chicken soup and more of a dark belgian chocolate waffle with chocolate fudge, nutella and brownie crumbs. But it’s warm hearts that we seek at the end of the day and sweet cravings are always temporary.