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The time has come to bid adieu to sugarcoated love stories. In
my opinion, all the visible sweetness is mere illusion. Or somewhere we are
still trying to convince ourselves to stay believed in pretentiously sweet love
stories! But they aren’t sweet. The line between love and lust hasn’t blurred
but it has vanished forever. It is this cusp that makes me realize that love
stories aren’t tender any more. Thankfully I have accepted the fact and I am not
convincing myself to try narrating a sweet love story ever again.
My abrupt love stories take place between a Certain He and a
Certain She. They don’t have a name. They are invisible to your naked eyes but
omnipresent. Do they believe in religion? Are they victims of communal tension
or soft targets of fluctuating faiths. Do they pray? Or they are happy being atheists!
Are they rich or poor? Do they indulge in sex? Are they bisexual, homosexual,
heterosexual, metrosexual? Are they sound, sane and in control? Or simply rebellious,
wild hippies! Do they smoke and drink? Do they sleep with different people on
different occasions? Have they been living under the same roof or they have
been renting apartments in numerous cities, and disappearing without clearing
dues for months! Frankly speaking they are an interesting twosome of a Certain
He and a Certain She.
Both characters are a sum of their vices. Before He knows
it, She is already done plotting something against him. By the time She comes
to know of a certain action, He outsmarts her by being constantly, lethally
active against her. I haven’t met these two characters in person. But I have
met their exact opposites in the many journeys I have smoothly or abruptly
embarked upon. Be it the certain He or the certain She that I am talking about,
I know them of being emotionally unattached to each other.
The Certain He and the Certain She I have been talking about
hide nothing from themselves or the society. They live within the stories and
breathe within the stories. At the end of the day, their stories, which are so
abrupt by nature, continue to matter the most.
Abrupt Love Stories are my hottest obsession, passionate
possession and unmistakably my most favorite creation. Will these abrupt love
stories culminate into a book? I am not even thinking of it right now. What if
someone tries to copy them or copy the style? Did I say the stories are not
getting copied, shared or reproduced? And I would never say that the style is
yet a virgin. Thankfully, if searched by the hash tag #AbruptLoveStories; most
of the results and almost all the results bring into fore my series of Abrupt
Love Stories.
When I started writing the couplets with the hash tag
attached to them, a few eyebrows were raised. But these are my
#AbruptLoveStories and why should I reveal the source of my inspiration? If you
wish to know more about these stories, follow the simple path – READ THEM, FEEL
THEM, LIVE THEM.
All the love stories, which are abrupt in nature derive
inspiration from the hidden side of the lives, we live without sharing a thing
about them. My interest stays anchored deep in there. Where else but that little
seed of abruptness, I observe in the love stories that most of us are faking
like fake orgasms on a bad night of abrupt sex. Therefore if you come across a
love story that’s sweet; chuck it and suck up one abrupt love story at a time.
-Virtuous Vociferous
