Over the course of this long, exhausting and dull lock-down, I got a chance to observe how things are developing for each one of us - specially, how’s our dear cupid doing. Sure, lockdown could be a never ending romantic treat or It can easily become a jail for some couples! From app-addicted swipers now left to the mercies of texting, to being locked up with obnoxious in-laws, we’ve all got some tinge of lock-down taste in our romance plate. And here I am, intruding into random couples’ daily lives, trying to understand if lock-down is of any use to the cupid! So how is romance unfolding between the (lockdown) sheets?
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Right. Left. Left. Right. Right.
A pic from Paris. Showing off? With his dog? Too Mainstream! Oh wow! He cooks! Now that is a hot workout post. I love those biceps!
It is a mere break from office, or from studies or just a way to pass time while standing in a queue
It is the dopamine rush to be able to meet new people.
It is the excitement, which one awaits for the weekend.
It is the comfort of knowing people like you.
Or is it our raw hunger of power over people? Is it the mind game of who is going to text first? Is it the ego-stroking effect of likes and super likes? Is it the ability to immediately satiate oneself without the need of any real effort?
It’s not anyone’s fault and no one is to blame.
Addicted To Swipe
2 AM. Drunk. Called up your ex?
Accept it or not. We all have done it.
We’re drunk enough to be “out of senses” but yet, we know we are totally in our senses! So we pick up our phone – the number has been deleted long back, but our fingers, yes our fingers – they remember the number. Well if not, there’s this WhatsApp group from a year ago which will still show their number in members list, right?
The numbers are keyed in. We take a pause (dramatically: a sigh). What am I doing? I can remember what all things they did to me. It’s wrong. It’s wrong. This won’t end well.
We hit the dial button.
So what if it gets weird? We are drunk enough. If it goes wrong, we were too drunk. Out of our senses. Good enough excuse. Hah!
And if it all goes well – Well, what exactly then? Patch up, chit chat, be friends? No, Not really. But the dial tone is already on.