I like obsessed kind of people. Have you ever seen the way their eyes sparkle like a lake under moon light, as if the whole universe resides in those pupils. They hold their obsession within themselves as if it's that precious little thing without which their life would have been void- like when they get an opportunity, they can't stop blabbering. That gLoW - which starts radiating all of a sudden when they start talking about the things they love- omg that halo light on their face, the way it turns pink- the way corner of their eyes get wrinkled and that enormous attention which they give you- as if all of their life is in that cute little obsession, in that book, in that paint brush, in that music, that Taylor's Evermore album, that bike, in muses of Bukowski, etc.
Whenever I see Dante- I see a boy who's obsessed with Ari, who keep sketches under his mattress, who read poetry books, who make effortless strokes in water and kisses his parents on their cheek. And Ari? A boy obsessed with his own thoughts, with his brother in prison and deserts. Whenever I enter Alaska's room, I see a girl who's obsessed with reading, wines and who smokes to die, who was obsessed with mysteries of labyrinth and who secretly liked Pudge. Whenever I think of Charlie, I feel him whispering in my ears "we accept the love we deserve" and Hermione- she reminds me someone who's obsessed with books and hundred spells and charms to prepare Harry for the Triwizard Tournament and how can I forget Kizie Basu, her obsession with "Mai Tumhara" song and 'seri'. *No I'm not crying, you are* Like seriously if you aren't obsessed with anything, what are you doing in this life? It would be so fucking boring.
Whenever I look at myself- I see someone who's obsessed with words, who'd go till any length to hear one last poetry podcast and sleep wearing headphones. Every night my father would come, see his child sleeping with headphones on and then slowly he'd remove the headphones hardly knowing he's being observed by someone's half sleeping eyes. He would struggle to shut up the stupid bluetooth thing. And then his child will pretend as if she was sleeping and then explain him in her half fake sleeping tone for 99th time how to shut up that stupid bluetooth device. A girl who'd talk about autumn and ask for hugs. I wish someone just go and tell these crack heads how amazing they look when they talk about the things they love and can't shut their mouths. Tell them how shinny they look and how beauty radiates from their aura. Dude, someone please shake their heads and put some sense in it.
I have some friends who are obsessed with wands, swords, queens, astral maps, spirituality, Turkey, alchemists and anchoring. I know they know but how fucking beautiful they look- those cute little baby witches who can't shut their mouths. I guess all of us are obsessed with someone or something. So whoever is reading it, an army, blink, swiftie, F.R.I.E.N.D.S. fan, potato heads, a lover, I like you. I really do. You are so unknowingly charming. I hope that made some sense. Haha!
I don't why but yes a thing clicked at the back of my mind. I read it in Ruskin Bond's book, I laughed so hard reading that—
"I have lived to see Bombay become Mumbai, Calcutta become Kolkata and Madras become Chennai. Times change, and if Bond becomes Bonda, I won't object."
until then,
~tata
:)