Love, Is Only Human

May 7th 2008

It was a sunny morning at the beach. I laid out the beach sheet, a perfect hue of blue to match the warm blue of the ocean.
I inhaled the air, and exhaled a sigh basking in the scent around me. The fragrance of the salty air and dripping sweat. How enchanting.
My thoughts drifted to the warm drink in the trunk. I had to force my mind out of it.
No, Ryan. No.

I looked around. I could bet there wasn't no one like me here.

And then, I saw her. Perched on a red beach spread, gazing at the teens playing volleyball.
The gaze. Yes.
It was too good to be true. I wanted to laugh it off, yes. But the gaze wouldn't let me do so. I could recognize it anywhere. So primal, and yet so raw.
I walked over to her, sat beside her and started gazing at the teens, like her.
It was her turn to laugh it off. Only, my gaze wouldn't let her.

We had dinner together that night.

Three years later.

May 7th 2011
We own a beach house, very close to the sea. Married. A baby on the way.
We were at the beach, again. Teens playing beach ball.

And like three years ago, set out to hunt and celebrate what we call, Love At First Bite.

Food is love, and love is only human.

Sloth You Are!

Philosophy was the crunch of my life, very subtle crunch.
I could crack it open without losing the flavours that governed the aura of my surroundings.
Deep thoughts with superficial actions, that’s how I defined myself most of the time; and I never found the exact term to define it, until he finally blurted it aloud!


Say what?

I met him as usual. It was the beach side.


“Baby, how is your project progressing?”


“Perfect!” I replied.


“Oh! Nice, so has the testing and integration phase been completed?”
My first reaction was my most loved gesture, the raised brow. I let out a naughty giggle. I cleared my throat to speak again; I knew this was going to be long.


“Did you know I was a perfectionist?”
He looked puzzled, that was quite expected.

“Perfectionist? You must be kidding me!”

“Alright, I’ll explain. There are two kinds of people who embrace the term perfection. The first kinds are the trivial perfectionists, who leave no stone upturned in completing anything and the second…”


He cut me short. "There is a second kind too? Wiki needs to know!"


I slammed him back, “Thank you for the sarcasm, now would you like to listen?”

“Sure!” Though, the look on face was more of a mocking one.


“And I was talking about the second kinds who start something, but have to terminate the same due to certain reasons.”

“That’s perfection baby?”

“Hell yeah! It works on the principle of ‘All or Nothing’! Either you remain in state 0 or completely move over to state 1. It’s a digital world honey!”


“Bah!”


“Nah, it’s supposed to be wah!”


And that’s exactly the moment when he finally got me the synonym of the conversation we had!
'SLOTH YOU ARE!'