Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Misgivings ...

 01:44  

 

I wonder why I take up the pen only when I am melancholy. Do true emotions present themselves in words only when I am in a pensive mood? I doubt whether even the Supreme Being could shed light on this strange coincidence.

 

Some girl mentioned today that I sing romantic songs excellently, even though I am all but romantic in flesh and blood. Perhaps, she meant it the other way round. Either way, that surmises my popularity among the fairer sex. Women do not find me romantic. Pray, what might be the reason? How I wish I had known the answer to the same! I have always believed that I made an error of judgement by not confessing my love for her at the appropriate moment. Now it seems it might have been a futile effort anyway. 

 

It has also dawned on me this night that I am not a good judge of character. Especially when it comes to self-assessment. I have forever held myself to be a romantic. That, I realize now, has been an illusion I have been sleeping with for almost half my life. And a perception that I''ll have to shed soon, thanks to the remarks of my forthright lady acquaintance.