The Punctured Love
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Sep 01

The Punctured Love

Not that I have not known what love feels like but somehow now it has become a mere transaction of a kind that sounds nastier than ever before. The demand in love seems like it no more is coming from space of innocence and the bond but from the insecurity of being forgotten or being easily replaceable by the other. There’s so much at stake already, how these conversations of intimacy no more feels real but as if they have a clear intent. We all appreciate the organically nurtured friendships, love, relationships but do we even work towards it ?!

Unable to make sense of the instantaneous relationships, that starts from a spark that holds the capacity for fireworks but meets a short circuit and gives you no time to even grieve the wounds , the loss if at all experienced in that brief encounter of so called love. If we can choose a partner at the click or swipe of our phone on a random app , I hope we can also envision the fragility and the foundation of the bond that we are seeking ( do we really? ). I have observed people have reservations these days about engaging in emotional connections as they bring some kind of responsibility and an acute degree of pressure to be a certain way which one is reluctant to be . It is like saying, being emotional in the presence of others makes one feel caged, in control of the other thereby losing one’s own agency of control. God damn, what is that control about that one must have in order to function ? Or is it the fear of being broken, left stranded in the name of love, being bullied and taken advantage of that holds you back from becoming vulnerable in the space of intimacy? Are we reducing ourselves to the basic needs; that only focuses on satiating the thirst, hunger and sex ? Are we really progressing or are we regressing to being the one’s solely governed by the needs?

There is so much complexity in the very premise of any relationship that I strongly feel people are choosing to defy themselves from the path that once felt surreal, utopian in its own way.

All that matters now is how fulfilling the moment is ; the present which is totally ruled by the impulse !