I’m 27. I have pretty much been through all the kinds of relationships possible. The fun ones, serious ones, remember that one night we got so drunk ones. And now I have reached a place where I take a relationship to be a luxury. Much like I carve out time and money to cater to my need to take a cab to Goregaon everyday, I also carve out time for that special someone. Most days, I would rather not. I would much rather do something else. Just to not make that effort. But I do it anyway. Even if I don’t think it will last. Even if I don’t believe in it.
And I wonder why that is. The answer is so simple. I’m 27.
Is this what panic feels like. Is this what drives people to do things they don’t want to? Or maybe I want to, but the entire urgency of it is off-putting. Like someone is force feeding me air.
Find someone quick, and fall in love before you atrophy?
Find someone. Eventually.
Fall in love. With grace.