I hate your absence because it makes me feel lonely. Your first absence made me realize ‘lonely’ as the worst feeling. This time I don’t know this feeling. It is strange but beautiful. It is shallow but it goes deep. I want to dip myself in this feeling and bathe in it. I want to name this strange feeling love, but this is not the need of the hour. My heart is insisting that I name it ‘love’ but my brain is saying remember your first mistake because of which you regret each and every day. This time think how it hurts when your heart breaks. Last time I didn’t say anything because that was your first time, but this time if you repeat it, the world will call you a fool. This leads me to a confusion whether to choose heart or brain. If I choose heart then what if I’m proved correct or what if I’m proved wrong? And what if my brain was right and I was/am really a fool?
- Cinema and misogyny with a side of popcorn