The Demon She Left Behind
L ove is an incomprehensibility. Follies and boons withheld- I like to think of love as a complete organic package of unadulterated self-discovery. Self-discovery, because when you pledge her your love, you agree to keep no differences and see her as you would see yourself- with nothing but the naked truth; whether it be while playful courtships, adventurous endeavours or moral strengthening. Otherwise love would be nothing but an evolutionized form of deceitful friendship; like the Nile- a season of plenty; followed by a season of hallowed nothingness, when it does not want to understand the responsibilities it bears. That precisely, is when it ceases to exist and becomes more of an obtusely top-heavy liability... an afterthought at the back of your head ! Colloquial definition of a relationship runs at the ragged edge of cinematographic inferences (in some cases, only the erotic), so was mine! It took both of us more than a thousand nights of moist-eyed insomnia to...