My dupatta brushing against someone’s face,
Stealing glances at you when a romantic song plays,
My idea of a perfect love story,
Blame Bollywood for doing this to me.
Walking through the college corridors,
Was when I first saw you,
Your smile, your eyes,
Made me wonder, “Am I looking at paradise?”
Too nervous to make a conversation,
I continued on my way to class,
Asking my friends about you,
When I got to know you were new.
You then entered the class,
My heart skipping a beat,
When I saw you coming towards me,
Asking, “Hi! Is this seat empty?”
How time flew,
We never knew,
From late night calls and texts,
To asking your hand for marriage.
I broke the news to my parents,
“I am in love and want to get married”,
“Who is he?”, asked my dad excitedly,
“She is my classmate paa”.
I felt something that I never had before,
But one thing for sure,
This wasn’t a mainstream Bollywood story,
For our love would be treated as outlawry.
My parents never approved of us,
There is no such thing as being gay,
You will marry a boy and have kids,
I had been told time and again.
Tried explaining them,
I can no longer hide who I am,
Can no longer hide where my heart lies,
And I will only get married to the girl I love.
Well turns out that I did get married,
My parents full of PRIDE,
Except for the fact that she wasn’t here,
And I was marrying a complete stranger.
It’s funny,
How people say you are the one in control of your life,
And here I am,
Marrying a guy my parents think would be a good fit for me,
A Perfect love story, isn’t it?
Scrapping of Section 377 gave a new definition to the meaning of love,
But still, many love stories are left incomplete,
Because in the end, “Log kya kahenge?”
Matters more than your own heartfelt desires.