The Pursuit of Conceit: Is There Anyone In Life Better Than Her?

Have you ever fell in love with someone else deeper than her? Maybe not! Why not muse it once here?

Ever pondered to whom you talk the most throughout your life? Perhaps, she is the same to whom you also listen the most. You should not have infuriated anybody to the acme, other than her. I am pretty sure you have argued with her like hell and cried on her heavenly shoulders more than anyone else's. It is always to her you would have agreed the most, and she would have been the only one who pacified you the best. You persuaded her to make choices in life and accused her when things went wrong. You have maddened her for your miseries long but motivated her to get over them strong.

Any doubt about whom you cared and caressed the most in your lifetime? You gave her a shower; you did brush her teeth. You made her eat, you cared for her when she's sick. You put her to bed, you listen to her musings and mumbles. You chose her garbs with posh and pride. You got her dressed up better than a bride. You made her hair and corrected her makeover, now and then. You accompanied her wherever she went. You subtle-conversed with her when she was busy talking to others. You tidied her up when she made a mess. You allowed her to lean when she needed a rest.

She held you solid when you are broke, always aware of your unseen flaws. She altered them to be very much like a blemish in a canvas. There she stood smiling at you, as an artist knowing where the amendments are, but the audience left clueless and fair. She wept when you cried; she chuckled when you giggled. She concealed your sadness with fake smiles and your madness with agile. She gave those intense looks to your eyes by dabbing more Kajal. She also held the hankie closer when the same eyes got dampened. She wiped your tears meticulously to keep your Kajal intact and even redrew it when you messed it by mistake.

She made a modest attempt to fit you in your old jeans and dresses, and when you fizzled, she said, "Alright! How about we move up to another size? Need not Worry". She did likewise for your bras and dresses when you were busy exploring how to shed weight. While others mentioned you are fat, she would have called you Chubby Cheeks or Cutie Pie. When others saw your stretch-marked tummy, she saw them as your Marks of Valour. She curbed you when you wanted to binge-eat and allowed you to feast when you are too tired to diet. She dragged you to the gym or dance floor when you lost hope, and made you the way you wanted, indeed quaint. You Know! She would never surrender so easy even if you wanted her to.

Ever speculated where is she now? Maybe, busy with the back-end work for making you write this in your blog and let others judge you for the way you are. And, here she is, not giving up on you for the rest of your life, even when everything goes upside down.

She is the one you will see when you go in front of the mirror. She is the ‘SELF’ in ‘yourSELF’. She is the, ‘I’ in ‘I am so and so’. She owns you for this post and loves you the most. Isn’t she?

#SelfLove #mentalhealth