Love in simple things

Love is necessary

As I was flipping through the pages of this book, I was spiraling. I didn't know I was overthinking something. My mom tapped on my shoulders. She comes carrying a small plate of papaya, cut up.

"Uh!"

"Are you daydreaming or studying?"

"I am reading a book, Maa"

"Here you go, have some fruits"

The fruits are still a love language. Sometimes, I bring them snacks like a crow with a pebble to thank them. She loves them. Now, What was I saying? Yes, I was spiraling. I am not sure about the topic but it started at an emotional scene in the book, I guess. I flipped through the pages again to find the exact place that took me down a rollercoaster.

Oh, I found it. My train of thought ended with my lack of self-respect. I wonder why fruit trees relate so hard to a lack of self-respect. I kept my book aside. I started to walk away from my house.

"Maa, I am going to the shop"

"Okay, wait. Buy me a curd packet."

"Money?"

"Wait." She brings out that good old rope bag and a 20 rupee note. "Here"

I wear my flip-flops and open the rusty old gate. The weather was romantic. My book-fetish mind already started romanticizing the weather and the feeling of being in a music video with my dream man in the rain. I looked down and my dress was not appropriate for a music video. I spiral down again about how I want to dress up so effortlessly cute. I have seen a lot of hot and sexy women but I always wanted coquette core.

I could feel the spiral down my spine. I can't help it. I am just a girl. No, wait. I might have lived so long in my head. I literally didn't notice anything in my present. Also, why did I want to go to the shop? Oh, I don't know.

"One curd packet please"

"Here" I didn't even look at the shopkeeper. I walked away with my curd. Why did I come here in the first place? I am not sure. Wait, let me stand for a minute and think.

I was reading a book. I caught myself spiraling when Mom interrupted my train of thought. I stood up and decided to go to the shop. Again, Mom interrupted me to get a curd. I got the curd. I am walking back. What happened in between? I better go home.

"Thank you"

"You're welcome, Maa"

I sat down at the same spot. I realized it—a light bulb moment. I stopped myself from the train of thought. I recognized that I was talking negatively about myself. I stopped myself from sabotaging my self-esteem. I walked away from it. I went outside. I distracted myself without any doubt.

"Wow," I gasped out loud. I went and hugged my mom. She loved me unconditionally from the moment of my birth. Somewhere along the way, I lost self-love. I have read books. I have seen so many self-help videos online. Too much motivation and inspiration. Online role models and failed relationships.

Here, I am. Unconsciously stopping myself from my self-doubts and stepping out. I am proud of it. God, It feels like a burden off my shoulders. It feels liberating to know that I trained my mind. I made that move. I don't lack self-respect. I just am stuck in this constant stimulation. I need to get in touch with my present moment and reality. I am loving this journey. Every day, I am learning about myself.

"Ahhh", I let out a loud expression.

Finally, I was loving myself. 

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About the story

Welcome to "100 Days of Short Love Stories," where love comes alive! Each day, for the next 100 days, I will share a unique, heartwarming short story that explores the many dimensions of love. From sweet first encounters to bittersweet goodbyes, from fantasies to adventures, these stories will take you on an emotional journey through the highs and lows of love.

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