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Dear Selfish Being



Dear Selfish Being,

Every girl on the face of earth has come across you at some point of her life. You are an unavoidable part of adolescence and womanhood. You cause butterflies and earthquakes at the same time. I know you are wired and programmed in a different way. Still, you could be more sensitive and human. You tread upon emotions without a second thought.  Sometimes you don’t do it on purpose. You oversee her in life in the list of your priorities. She is never in your priority list as you know she cares too much for you. You might not mean to hurt her, but you still do when your let your brain and brawn do the thinking and talking. She is not dumb or vulnerable as you might assume. She just lets you tread on her in name of love. She knows your every betrayal intuitively. Her sensor goes up the every minute, you think of cheating her. But she resists it and gives you and chance. Deep down, she cares for you too much for her own good. 

She does not expect much in return. Just a kind word or a nod of acknowledgement will bring her to tears. But you are too busy or ignorant to do it. You are too immersed in your world of gadgets, gang and girls. You do not realise that pain makes her stronger. She is not weak. She chooses not to show her strength to make the relationship work. You are not the best in the world. She knows it and still loves you as she sees the best in you. Her maternal instinct kicks in and fights hard to make you grow. You do at some point or other. But generally it is too late. There is no shortage of girls for you. The same law applies to her. The better man is just around the corner, if she needs it. But she has something better than men. She has her passion, will power, dedication, loyalty and loads of mumbo jumbo, which you probably will not understand.  There is nothing to feel proud about getting away from cheating her. You have just laid the path of pain for your daughter. You are not alone. There are more jerks than you know. She will move on and survive, no matter what you impose upon her. But you will still be a soul less, heartless, emotion less being with no sense of real purpose.  It’s high time you get up and respect the women around you.

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