Yes, I've been a hopeless romantic and I have so many things to blame it on-Bollywood first of all-with all its eerily romantic movies which I've seen a thousand times over, then the plethora of love stories that had to offer such surreal romances that I was forced to believe in the whole prince-charming-concept and then the music-those love songs sounded more melodic than anything else. As if it were not enough, even the advertisements on television circled around love (that was pretty seldom, though). So, you see I was programmed to think, believe and look forward to a super romantic love life ahead.
I grew up to believe that my love story would be magical, something out of ordinary, not the usual girl-meets-boy in college, they fall in love…blah-blah…the end. No, mine had to be beyond this, I had pictured falling in love with this guy in many
Bollywood-like awesome situations. There was this one situation in which the
guy would be my co-passenger in a train and how it will all begin with a casual
exchange of magazines and grow with exchanging numbers and so on.
There was this other which had this guy whom I hated to death when I first set my eyes on him and then gradually the hatred would melt down to a soft corner, then friendship, then even more intimate friendship and even before either of us realizes it-we’d be in love.
Then there was this cliched, I look at him, he looks at me and BANG, we’re smitten story!
That wasn't all, the rains have always meant something to me and every time that I had danced to the rhythm of the raindrops, letting go
off all hesitation…I had secretly
wished to be admired by ‘the one’, who’d be smiling away to himself watching me
at my prettiest and of course STUPIDEST(but then…love is stupid,people ;) ).
The wedding gowns have always driven me crazy, the magnificent gowns and the princess-like look they give always leave me with this longing to end up with a Christian guy.
As I was reminiscing about my ‘could-be’ soul mates and the magical love stories I could have had, suddenly my phone rang saying ‘Jerk calling’, and there went the thought bubble.
Reality isn't all that bad after all, I thought to myself. But then, If we were a movie!