Madness, Romanticism & a touch of Sentiment. 

” I’ve to act sane with you, which isn’t really my forte, the thing about most people & situations in life is that they try & control me & my madness which in fact is my guiding light. What would I do without my insanity, if you take that way, you take me away. Is that what you want?” , she said after a long pause. This thought had been lingering on for long in her mind & she dreaded the moment she had to spell it out but now was the time & she was in no mood of holding it in anymore.  
It was one of the few cold mornings which made the heart feel the chill too. What do you do when your heart goes cold, she wondered but then it had been long she had felt anything & knew the feeling way too well. And one thing she agreed with herself upon, the fact that she never lamented things, there were always perspectives that inspired her & whenever something bothered her, all she did was change her perspective. From being sentimental to being a romantic, you gotta switch between the two so that your heart knows the difference & can stop itself before reaching the point of agony.

This exactly is the irony of life, there’s a difference between being a romantic & being sentimental. Romanticism can be felt all by yourself, walking past an antique store & feeling romantic about a typewriter which flames the old soul in you & you wish to type love letters, not particularly addressed to a certain person but to the idea of love. Sentiment on the other hand is attached with a person, a thing, a memory & hardly leaves you. Talking about this makes me nostalgic about a book I read – This Side Of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald which states – “I’m not sentimental–I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last–the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won’t.” So the choice of being either or both lies in your hands but mind it, both of them come with their own baggage.




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