The parrot of love!

Men aren't necessities, they're luxuries. I don't say this, though my friend Richie Rich says so. Smart, talented, good persona, charming, actually a cuisine that girls love to order. But he's among those that are served in 'dhabas'. Girls do go gaga over him, but yet no money gives him no honey. 

Yesterday I had a chat with him on his recent love market crash. He didn't seem much worried but was in a deep thought. "Hey Richie, are you fine?" 

"Yes Rathore, I am fine. Busy in figuring out something." On asking, I got back a boring yet emotional story of a lover boy who failed in his love life in spite of getting all the applauds. I came back home thinking and still trying to figure out the actual problem behind his break up. I'll just share his thoughts over his own love life. 

P.S.: Resemblance to any living or dead is purely coincidental. Generalising the event is on reader's discretion.

Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery. Love is like a war, easy to start and difficult to end. According to Richie, love is a cuckoo's song. Soothing in morning and irritating for rest of the day. It's purely like Indian seasons, changes in no time. You search love throughout your life. If lucky, you get to hear the song. Bazzinga! You are entrapped. The love that seemed angel's gift to you was an enchantment. The charm works well and the cupid’s arrow finds its target. You see your incomplete world, complete.

"Poor prey, you are already dead. Because a mindless body is scientifically dead" as quoted by Albert Einstein. On the contrary, you don't die at once, as in tasting cyanide. But it’s something like you die running whole life behind love for love! This kiss of love is actually meant for 4 days, and rest, the side effects.

Soon love becomes an illusion and life a myth. And one day the cuckoo goes off just like that and poor parrot is left behind with no song. You spend your whole life behind the same genre of song and then one day you become old thinking of past glories. Who says Men are from Mars and women from Venus. Men are from Earth. Women are from Earth. Deal with it! 

"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness." So that's love. Lovely yet complicated.