THE ONE
If only there was a person walking down the street, with 'the one' written in his eyes. And if only I was walking up the same street at the same time. Life would be a ‘dream come true’. And then I get out from that dream only to ask myself, ‘the one’ for me? Huh! What about him? Am I ‘the one’ for him? But then isn’t the whole phenomenon of being ‘the one’ a mutual affair? What if the phenomenon is a farce created by some loser who could never accommodate anyone’s imperfections and blamed his inability to love anyone on this phenomenon? Oh how easy is it to say! “Am single coz am waiting for ‘the one’”……. (while I ignore all the beauty that passes by me simply because I don’t have the courage to deal with reality, the courage to belong to somebody.) Oh what a fool man becomes in his absolute self-awareness! That he becomes completely unaware of the simple happiness, of the intricate and chaotic universe and hence of course! he is unaware of the beauty in chaos. ...