Dear Diary
A strange thing happened today. Well, not exactly strange, because talking to a guy is a perfectly normal thing, yet in its own way, it was strange. There’s this guy in my college, Rahul Agarwal, and well-he’s supposedly this big flirt. I talked to him today or rather blasted him off for he’s been irritating me for a while and yet ended up walking with him back to the hostel. I am still trying to understand why or how I let that happen for in my world there’s no space for people like Rahul Agarwal. Or maybe there is now. For when he walked me back to the hostel, I talked to him and he sounded nothing like the flirt that everyone seems to make him out to be. I guess what a person really is depends on your perspective. The way you look at him. Some might see his long list of failed relationships and judge him to be a characterless playboy, while others might think he’s just lost. I think it is the latter. How easy it is for us to pass judgment on people we don’t know just on the basis of hear say. Yet, when you finally come to know that person, when you finally have a conversation with him or as Rahul said, ‘you finally give him a chance to explain himself,’ your impression can just as easily change.
Every word that he said sounded so genuine. People hardly say anything genuine nowadays. Everything is make believe, said in order to make an impression on others. Yet Rahul was anything but fake. Why can’t there be more genuine people like him? Who admit their mistakes, their flaws and say things as they are. Not sugar coat them just to convince the world that you are what this world needs, that you are their savior while covering your flaws and blaming it on someone else rather than your lack of ability.
Why did I feel so comfortable around him? Why couldn’t I stop listening to him while he was talking about his childhood? He was practically a stranger and yet when he started talking about his childhood, I didn’t feel like stopping him. I only became more and more curios. Why haven’t I thought of Mohit all day? Why don’t I feel angry towards him anymore for breaking my heart into a thousand pieces? Why do I believe in love all over again? Why can’t I stop thinking about the blanket of love? So many questions and I have answers to none. Yet the truth is all those questions are genuine. Just like Rahul and his blanket of love. I really hope he finds someone to share that blanket of love with. I have a feeling she’ll be a very lucky girl.
Until next time
Cheers
Anjali
A strange thing happened today. Well, not exactly strange, because talking to a guy is a perfectly normal thing, yet in its own way, it was strange. There’s this guy in my college, Rahul Agarwal, and well-he’s supposedly this big flirt. I talked to him today or rather blasted him off for he’s been irritating me for a while and yet ended up walking with him back to the hostel. I am still trying to understand why or how I let that happen for in my world there’s no space for people like Rahul Agarwal. Or maybe there is now. For when he walked me back to the hostel, I talked to him and he sounded nothing like the flirt that everyone seems to make him out to be. I guess what a person really is depends on your perspective. The way you look at him. Some might see his long list of failed relationships and judge him to be a characterless playboy, while others might think he’s just lost. I think it is the latter. How easy it is for us to pass judgment on people we don’t know just on the basis of hear say. Yet, when you finally come to know that person, when you finally have a conversation with him or as Rahul said, ‘you finally give him a chance to explain himself,’ your impression can just as easily change.
Every word that he said sounded so genuine. People hardly say anything genuine nowadays. Everything is make believe, said in order to make an impression on others. Yet Rahul was anything but fake. Why can’t there be more genuine people like him? Who admit their mistakes, their flaws and say things as they are. Not sugar coat them just to convince the world that you are what this world needs, that you are their savior while covering your flaws and blaming it on someone else rather than your lack of ability.
Why did I feel so comfortable around him? Why couldn’t I stop listening to him while he was talking about his childhood? He was practically a stranger and yet when he started talking about his childhood, I didn’t feel like stopping him. I only became more and more curios. Why haven’t I thought of Mohit all day? Why don’t I feel angry towards him anymore for breaking my heart into a thousand pieces? Why do I believe in love all over again? Why can’t I stop thinking about the blanket of love? So many questions and I have answers to none. Yet the truth is all those questions are genuine. Just like Rahul and his blanket of love. I really hope he finds someone to share that blanket of love with. I have a feeling she’ll be a very lucky girl.
Until next time
Cheers
Anjali
1 comment:
Yeeeyyyyyy... I m soo happy after seeing hr chngd behaviour towards rahul... Nd its true evrytime we judged a prsn on d base of rumours .... Awsm.
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