Crazy, Stupid Love

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“All is fair in love and war,”
they said.
But what is love?

The perception,
the meaning...
Constantly shifting,
quietly evolving
since the beginning of time.
And still,
the ambiguity remains.

What was once treasured
as the purest expression of love
is now dismissed as cliché.
Jeez!
“Cringeworthy,” they’d say.

What now?
Missed calls to landlines,
love letters,
late-night chats…
What’s next?
Sending pigeons?
They joke—
the drip-and-suss generation.
But honestly,
we weren’t much different ourselves.

Yet back then,
love felt valued.
There was patience.
There was empathy.

We live today
in the era of floating shoes
and invisible screens,
and still somehow
we’re fading away
at 5G speed,
chasing God knows what,
or who.

Gone are the days
of butterflies in the tummy,
poems scribbled on the last page
of a worn-out notebook,
names carved into wooden desks
that outlived semesters.

Saving your best 100 messages,
waiting till morning
for the next set.
Orkut, Yahoo Messenger, Facebook
all held together
by a thready connection
and a whole lot of heart.

A time when gift shops thrived,
wallets stayed empty,
and GPay wasn’t even a thought.

We may have the luxury now,
the convenience,
the comfort
but we built our best memories
with the little we had.
Etched into our hearts,
not posted as reels.

Ah!
All for that
Crazy Stupid Love.
Or so they say. 😂

___________

Author’s Note:

I drew inspiration for this piece from a movie I watched today, where the lead actor said something that stayed with me: 
"Our children will create so much, achieve the unimaginable, make groundbreaking discoveries, and shape the world in ways we can’t even foresee.

But they may never truly experience love... 
At least not the way we did."

That line hit me hard.

Indeed!

That raw, overhyped, romanticised, sometimes cliché, sometimes cringe kind of love.

Because the truth remains…
it’s Crazy Stupid Love after all.



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