Custom Pages
[vc_separator type='transparent' color='' thickness='' up='20' down='7']
Portfolio
[vc_separator type='transparent' color='' thickness='' up='20' down='7'] [vc_separator type="transparent" position="center" up="12" down="16"]
 

An Old School Romance Through The Modern Way

An Old School Romance Through The Modern Way

Is the World Wide Web a reliable source to find someone worth cherishing?
In the brave new world with so much choice and so many options…Can it really guide you to what you want? The world that has minimized itself down to screens. A single click. Conversations have turned to texts, emotions to emojis , and feelings to status updates with secrecy to only that one being to see until deleted!
Are you even convinced to install those apps that promise you your Soul mate only to find that it isn’t that bad a shot when technology plays the cupid that you will be thankful for 
Well, it was hard for me to believe too until we crossed paths and decided to walk with each other since then. Here’s my version of positive bit in the so tagged “negative” world of the internet.
Mahi, works as a personality development trainer for freshers who want to dive in the corporate sector. At an youthful age of 27, she had more than what she could have asked from the Universe. A student by the day and an educator by dawn. That was all about her life. She had her own share of ups and downs before building in her confidence back to this day, that she now calls her ‘happy space’. Work, studies, family and a few friends ,such small was her circle of human connectivity in the real world. Nonetheless, with everything on track and life being fair enough in a while, she did, at times feel the void rush in her nerves to be with someone.
‘LOVE’ as they call it ,did not leave a pretty good impression on her in recent times. But when you know that you did not see its horrid side coming to you with no bullet proof jackets to save or armed enough to fight back; you really don’t have a say on that. Just to sit back, watch its devastations done and hold yourself to recover the at the earliest. It was more than a year for Mahi so to recollect coming out of a toxic relation she held on to for six long years. Given her work profile, and the kind of ‘happy go lucky person’ that she was, staying active on her social media handles was part and parcel of the life she lived. She even installed a few dating apps, on the recommendation of her “committed “ friends in the past few months that she would hardly have time for daily swipes. Tinder wasn’t one of them. Period.
It was just another Saturday evening. She had returned from work early. After taking a shower she helped herself with a cup of green tea and sat to read a book. She wasn’t really reading given a rough day at work and college assignments pending to be submitted next week when suddenly a notification popped on her cellphone. She took the mobile to check on it. It was from this dating app that she had installed one month back and hardly got any time to look through it or maybe she didn’t really think something positive would come out of it in the long run.
Anyway, she clicked on the notification and reached the profile that it had directed her to. Now the app had this “question for the match” section; wherein based on your profile details and filters you have chosen you could put up a question that will show up in your profile that has to be answered by anyone who would like to match like an ice breaker thing or a point from where the two people would strike up a conversation. Her version of its reply would just help her get an overview of the person wanting to match or precisely easier access to rejection so as to say. Max, was the name that showed up. Already a turn down for a human to be named so, she thought. A match within the radius of 3kms it showed.The reply to her ice breaker question that came in from it was indeed hilarious. Max wasn’t online. Mahi scrolled down the profile, went through a few pictures posted and kept her phone aside and went back to her book. After a few minutes there was another notification sound. One of her pictures was liked. Max was online. He sent a “hi” on the chat box. Mahi, giggled having read the name again and opened the chat box to reply “hello”. She kept her book aside and waited a few seconds before the next text popped up. They had started to chat. The first thing she did was to ask his real name. No , Max wasn’t his real name and thank god it wasnt, she thought with a sigh of relief. Having spent the entire day in college attending lectures and later taking classes on a projector screen her eyes were tired. This app had an audio call option wherein one could talk over like a normal call without the fear of having shared the number online. Safe feature so to say. Mahi left the next text saying ,” could we use the audio call option provided here.?And before you really make a judgment on being a girl and making the first move, I have my own reasons that could be convincing enough to why I am doing so.”
Her phone rang and she picked it up to talk to Veer. Yes that was his real name.
Eight months and more to this date Mahi and Veer are sharing a bond so strong and creating memories together with families in support of their love, found online that is soon to make it on cards.
Present day: Mahi’s journal entry

“This is a tough place to be. But I found me in you. Someone who is making me love myself more. Hope, in human form not only that soul mates exists but that mine exists in you.”
No Comments

Post A Comment