I think I am in Love.

I told this to my close friend Sashank.

He looked at me desperately.

If I am in love, why he becomes desperate?...this is the doubt you got…right.

Don’t ask him. He never gives the proper reply.

Pretends like a genius and gives an explanation with which we forget what we asked and enter into discussion of his thoughts.

That’s why I am giving reply.

He is desperate because I said I am in love with PotatoChutney.

Hey…don’t raise your eye brows.

It is true. PotatoChutney is my hero’s name.

Don’t ask me now.

I too don’t know whether it is his real name or pen name.

But what is there in a name?...right.

When I said this to Sashank, he raised his eye brows and gave facial expression like “Oh! IC”.

Wah…what an expression. I am sure he is jealous of my love on PotatoChutney.

But he never accepts he is jealous of something…pure Male Ego!

With calm voice he asked me “Have you seen him?”

I told “Is it necessary to see a person to fall in love?”

He stared at me. I could not understand what was the meaning of his expression?

But I was disturbed by his probing looks.

I said hastily “I don’t know his real name, his caste, his religion, his skin color, his mother tongue, his status or his personality…but I am in love with him”

“But you love only Salman Khan Personality” he said with the same calm voice.

At this stage I became frustrated…why this fellow is asking me all these questions as if I am a victim and in the court hall?

If loving some one is a great thing, then if I say “I am in love with some one”, y can’t Sashank hug me over my good nature?

Is it because that that someone by chance became a male?

PotatoChutney may be male…so what?

I found PotatoChutney as a good humanbeing because he writes everything with clarity.

So I love him.

Similarly Sashank is in regular touch with me and stands beside me whenever I am in trouble. So I love Sashank. I told him this long time back.

Is it wrong to love many males at the same time?

I didn’t ask this to Sashank.

Let him cool down from this indigestible news.

I am sure when he becomes cool; he can understand my concept on love.

Love is Universal. No male and female gender bias in it.

Will he understand my views? or feel me as drwoupadi in Mahabharat?

Oops it is very difficult to understand these men.

They say women are complex and never say straight.

This is not true.

Several times I found Sashank getting confused even for simple thing which I said very straight.

For example...once I asked him to kiss me.

He looked at me with disbelief.

I didn't find any good reason for his facial expression with wide open eyes.

We both found each other interesting and parents also blessed us to become couple.

We meet regularly and several times he kissed me.

But when I asked him a kiss, looking at me as a strange creature.

Ofcourse later he kissed me but I didn't find it sweet.

When I told this to my friend Ramya, she said this.

"Sneha...men never expect women to take first move. They always prefer to see their women feel shy type."

FEEL SHY TYPE...Huh

He is the only person I got intimacy in this world.

So feel free to behave like a lovely bird.

But I should not take intiative, wait for him to take first move.

Huh...conditions...

In the intial days I felt so much shy over his romantic deeds.

He told me to be free as we are for each other.

But when I am free, he poses as if I am a strange person.

Now...when I said I love PotatoChutney, looking at me desperately.

Asking me so many questions as if I did a crime.

Huh...no way.

These men are strange species and very complex to understand.

I decided to know why men behave like this.

Is there any thing in genes which is making them so complex?

Let me read his origin and development.

So took a book with title "The Origin of Man" and started reading it carefully.




Hey...Sashank took this picture when I was seriously involved in reading.

Anyways let me complete this book to understand man's unstable (monkey) behavior.

Sneha

PS: Pic copied from Ehsaas's 19th week contest on poetry.