Dear
Unknown but known ,
I
won’t start the letter by asking who you are? Because I already feel I know who you are, even though I have never set my eyes on you and never spoken to you.
If I say I don’t know who you are, it almost means I don’t know who I am. I do
know me and my choices.
But
I do want to know, when you will get
here, because it’s not fun going out to meet people hoping it’s you and then
finding it is not. Not everyone can be YOU, but people around me don’t get
that. Knowing to some extent, how you
will turn out to be has given me many titles - “Choosy”, “Immature”, and
“Inflexible”. I wonder, since when did knowing exactly what you want make you
immature and choosy?? Knowing what you want has become scarier than not knowing
what you want.
I wonder why society wants to beat down a
person to not believe in something, they have absolute faith in? Is it because,
they were never given a choice to follow their dreams? Or is it because they do
not want others to fight the fear which they were unable to and eventually succumb
to fate just like them? Why do people think its humbug to give themselves a
chance to find that one person out of the 7.5 Billion population with amazing
compatibility but on the other hand, feel it is a brilliant idea to forcefully
change their personality to suit the person who fate bought in?
I
don’t expect you to be perfect, I don’t expect a 100% on every point on my wish
list. No one is perfect and you must know, perfection kind of irritates me. Beneath
every perfect person, there is a little bit of artificiality, a feeling of
forceful self-restraint, lack of ability to let their hair down and just have
fun, a constant desire to impress people.
It basically means there is no scope for variety in life, no chances of
learning from mistake, no mad dog fights, zero tolerance to changes. Lack
of these things makes life dull and boring. I like imperfections, as it makes
us who we are and there is no sweeter joy than being accepted for whom you are.
Having said this, imperfections are not easy to deal with. I will learn to live
with yours, just like how you would tolerate mine.
I
think I will know you, when I see you. It might not be love at first sight, but
I will know. For the many dupes of YOU, who I have met, I have gone on talking
as if there would be no tomorrow, only to fill in the weird silence. But when I
meet you, I would be stumped into silence and it would be the kind of silence
that is comfortable. There would be butterflies; there would be sudden influx
of excitement, I would be tongue tied (which is unlike me) and would end
up listening more than speaking (extremely unlike me).But this is exactly how I
think things would turn up when I meet the “REAL YOU”.
I
hope you are prepared, for I will push you hard with unconventional details of
me ( Yes, I like my beer once in a while, I have more men friends than women, I
don’t think sharing household work will make you any less of a guy, I don’t
believe doing heavy dead-lifts and push-ups will make me any less of a women and might
challenge you sometime, I won’t go around dressing myself in pink and I don’t definitely think it’s cute, I don’t think freedom can be given, if you
ever say to me “ you have the freedom to …. That will probably be the last
sentence you spoke to me) only to see how far you go and how much you are
willing to fight back and stay.
Don’t
let me come and find you, because as luck would have it, I have seen it to only
push you further away and have made me question my own conviction of your
existence. Come and find me, I promise it will be worth the effort.
I
know you are not just a figment of my imagination; well you are that, but you
are also the complete manifestation of my faith and hopes that I have on myself.
Give me a chance to prove everyone wrong, more importantly to myself because am
close to giving up sometimes. I promise you, am not far away, all you have to
do is have faith, open your heart and look, and you will find me right around
the corner.
Yours ,
Girl around the corner
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