The Love Journey of Lakshmi
´Dating the Nice Guy´.
Just some words that caught my eye.
I don´t know if it was an advertisement or some story that was passing by.
Something that was alluring to me the least.
The story started with a girl that met a guy.
They bumped into each other and met on several occasions.
Pretty randomly.
The finding of a place called home is not something easily to consider.
And I don’t even know if I can call it a journey of love.
It is a journey in itself.
The start of this, I believe, is something brave.
I just don’t know how this ends.
Or where I will be.
It is a decision that I need to make.
I don’t know how it will end.
I even don’t know the way to that destination.
Perhaps that is already the destination in itself.
Something I just remembered.
I once told a story to my friend.
A true one, someone that I actually lived and did.
Once I was in Denmark.
I heard they were having a fight.
It wasn’t a particular fight.
And it wasn’t that I overheard anything.
But somehow I had heard that there was a fight and my name was mentioned in that fight.
I believe that I might even have been the cause of this fight.
I was surprised. Surely.
Why would you have a fight over me?
After thinking about the story of Romeo & Juliet and the interpretation of my own.
I was walking a bit and then realized the following.
With the connection of finding out if there is love in Lisbon for me.
Better to say if Lisbon is the place for me.
The story of Romeo and Juliet gives me an answer with high probability.
There was this article I was reading.
It was about two people who had decided to step out of life, together.
A forced death by themselves, cause they had decided they couldn’t live without the other.
Standards, it is what I am thinking.
One of my stories is just about that.
It is called a ‘Love recipe’.
That is the name of the story.
I believe standards are not just standards.
They can actually also be a foundation.
Let’s call it the foundation of love.
Whatever that might mean.
Sometimes we need to be alone.
Just a walk of life.
For our own specific reasons.
Lately I am alone a lot.
There is just nobody. Really.
This is not some sad love story.
However, my heart has been broken.
I have cried many tears.
In one of my posts on Instagram.
I am writing about this arranged marriage.
It is the first time I am using content of my own to write a story.
Just being my own inspiration.
Although that post and content is connected to a piece of me.
There is something else I am talking about.
And I want to continue in this story.
When it comes to marriage, I am thinking about my parents.
Arranged married, Indian, that is what it is mainly.
If that involves love?
I don’t know, really.
There seems to be a lot of mystery around that.
Arranged marriage.