हिमांशु जायसवाल

See, I don’t want you to fall in love. Falling is what usually leaves you broken. I want you to walk into it sober as fuck, with all your senses awake. Because when it comes to love and perfect timing, there is no alarm clock waking you up. There is just a gut feeling which has nothing to do with butterflies. It’s that calm, matter-of-fact realization when it’s a monotonous Monday and she’s sitting beside you on a garden bench or in some restaurant, looking like she traveled halfway across the city to meet you because she did, she wanted to see you, she wanted to tell you about that one asshole for the 100^th time and you simply sit there and smiling, watching her throwing her hand and making faces, ordering her favorite food and eating like nuts and you can’t help but wonder how you want to kiss her even if it’s for the first time or 500^th time, or how you keep hearing her banter for the rest of your life and never get tired of it.