Love in the time of Facebook.

50 years ago it was easier to define Love without tagging the “it’s complicated” status. Love meant secret courtships, clandestine meetings, long letters, even longer melancholic periods, and of course every reason to be together. Phrases like “breakup” and move on” would not have found any takers. It was love, it was true, and it was forever.

Fast forward the time and here we are. In words of Megan Fox, “we live in the times where losing our phone is more dramatic than losing our virginity”. No raising the eyebrows please. It is certainly true. We meet, we sleep and we forget. What happens to Love in this vicious circle of sleeping and forgetting? Well, it happens but it has happened before, and before and before. And we let it go. But believe me it will haunt you back. And it doesn’t matter how many times you have laughed and shrugged the mills and boons romance, called Danielle Steel boring, mocked Yash Chopra for making yet another romantic tale, the whole world will croon to violins when you will fall in love. It’s just that you have to keep the earphones off.

But what after the violins? We date, we romance, it gets complicated, careers take over love and we decide to move on. We will unfriend each other on Facebook, delete each other’s phone numbers unfollow on Twitter and will vow never to meet again. Has it become that simple?

No it hasn’t. Love and cannot be unloved. We all know but never admit it. We take refuge under the neon lights of Pubs, Bloody Mary and a reloaded Ipod full of old classic melancholic numbers. But do we have to it?

Not really. 50 years later when we will be too old for sex and too old to update our Facebook status. All we would require is someone you have loved all your life and want to live more to love that person more and more and more.

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Coffee...The Ultimate Companion

Its 3’o clock in the morning and I am savouring my favourite indulgence, coffee. Thanking God for creating these wonder beans, the only ones who love to get crushed just to tickle our taste buds. My mother often warns me over keeping my consumption under control as it may lead to caffeine addiction. But I am not addicted to coffee as it is too virtuous to get addicted to. I am just head over heels for it. There are times when I am too lazy to work, or it’s too much work giving me a head spin, or my mind is brimming with 10 thousand reasons to be sad, I know where to turn my head. Coffee.

  Nobody in my family drinks coffee, the typical Indian one swearing by tea for every other occasion. But I had to find some other refuge.  I got acquainted with coffee about 4 years ago when I was preparing for my 10th grade board examinations which required me to study through the nights. Though I have always been a night bird since the time I was born and my mother still sighs about the fact that she hardly slept through the night in my growing up years as I refused to put my eyes to rest. So as I matter of fact I didn’t require any dose of coffee to push the mark on the clock. But one day after an appalling defeat by trigonometry, I made myself a cup and fell in love at the first sip.

  That day, the brew must have been far from the perfect one I have learned to make in these years.  But I still remember it as a teenager who remembers her first date throughout her life in spite of knowing that she was all fingers and thumbs.