There’s some
effort it demands – self-love is never easy. There she goes, loving herself to
perfection. There’s so much to look after, after all. The hair, the skin, the
teeth, the nails… the list never ends. If done continually, self-love seeps
into one’s lifestyle to become a habit and there you go, practicing this as a
mundane task to the extent that you hate any aberrations from what you termed
as ‘perfect’.
She was a
goddess to an onlooker, a masterpiece, someone who was just flawless the way
she was. It was hard to take eyes off her, her looks and her style was too ideal
to be true. For herself, she had forgotten how amazing she looked. She seldom realized
what impact she had on the people she worked with. The goddess that she was not
just made hundreds turn heads for a second glance, but also made several skip
their heartbeats when she giggled. The fragrance she wore added magnetism to
her aura, almost like giving her mysterious powers. THIS man who she lived with
had to be the luckiest for getting her for life. He couldn’t have complimented
her enough, for his appreciation would have been the real fuel to her smile.
Snap out of
this to another land of male charmers. This boy here could well be touted as
the dream man for any girl. It seemed as if God had taken a few days off work
to sculpt his physique. He, honoring the blessing he had received, took special
care in building his body, presenting it the way it was meant to be. He
redefined masculinity, giving a fresh benchmark to millions of women to look up
to in a male. He didn’t know how women around her sighed imagining him around
them, all alone. He, indeed, put in great efforts to keep his best traits up.
He was someone, who would be a pleasure to look at, let alone the thought of
having him over you. THIS woman who has his to keep should have been forever
grateful to him for have chosen her over others. She would have sung praises,
cherished him forever and pampered him to happiness.
Alas, we see
these diamonds we live with every day, but we see them too often to notice
their charm, their sparkle. What if we get to know that our souls are like
those tiny plants, vying for love and appreciation? What if we saw that the
auras shone brighter when they were caressed and treasured? What if every day
was not treated as ‘ordinary’? Woah!
Hold that
special person close, praise them for what more or little they do, pamper them
with what they love the most, notice their quirks and manners and give an ear to
what they say. You never know, this might just change your equation with love
forever!
