Monday, June 25, 2007


At kindergarten, love was all about who had the most succulent mangoes in their backyard.

At class three, love was about who was the hero, who solved all the mysteries and who was the leader.

At class nine, love was about academics. The brainier, the better.

At class twelve, love was divided amongst the ones who could smile the best.

In undergraduate days, it was about the one who was the most idealistic in my mind.

During first job, love was about who wanted to be individualistic.

At post grad, it was about a mirage of all those past loves.

Now, for the first time in my life, I am not worried about the fact that I am single.

I love me.


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DD said...

Good stuff :)
btw I can see two links to the same "blog" of mine, as DD and as Pakku...i think you should take off one of those, and add the other to the killed-off blogs list :)

ursjina said...

:) i love u for saying that..cheers!!!

AJ said...

OMG, I love me too!!!!! :)

Nabeela said...

I've moved beyond that stage too.
I love. Period.

Unjun said...

y am i suddenly overcome by this strong feeling of deja-vu? are you who i think you are...? am i who you think i am...? or am i who i think i am..? augh, i'll get to the point.

i think you are who i think you are. and if u check my blog and think i am who you think i am... then drop a line :) well, drop a line otherwise also, hehe.

btw, dejavu extended to the post- i am just learning to love me :)

Nariyal Chutney said...

Sury a, your post brings nostalgic feelings of Ilove.

Alameen said...

Am confused now... Do I actually love myself...