Swept off my feet

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A random Monday afternoon. 

When I was busy making other plans. When I was busy telling myself that the timing was so wrong. When I was engrossed in a book. When I wasn’t looking for someone. When I already had someone. When I knew it was so wrong. When I didn’t have the strength to get hurt by someone. When I didn’t want to take the chance to hurt someone.

When I stood firmly, being the cynic that I am, he walked in.

He walked in like the last piece to a puzzle that I vowed to never solve again.

I could say “a gasp of fresh air” but that would be the worst understated cliche ever.

Is there a term to describe someone who walks into your life and suddenly makes you feel like they are the secret ingredient to your favourite recipe?

Is there a term to describe someone who makes you pause your favourite television series?

Is there a term to describe someone who leaves a writer desperately searching for all the words she has learnt and conceived?

Romantics would say that the word I am looking for is “soul-mate” and sceptics would say that the word I am looking for is “dangerous”.

I don’t know what this is because I am still lost in the fleeting brightness that darkness has left at my door.  

When they said “fall in love”, I believed it would be like tripping on a staircase and waiting for someone to catch me.

Is there a term to describe someone who makes you understand that the “fall” in love is as dicey as the free-fall ride they have in an amusement park but it is “love”, only because you take a stupid blind leap of faith?

There is.

But while you are thinking too hard about this word, odds are, they are going to sweep you right off your feet!   

Published by Nandhitha Hariharan

Fiercely feminist and Hopelessly romantic - I oscillate between writing about the world around me and articulating what is going in my head.

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