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“Who is your dream girl?” I am often asked.
“I don’t know...” is the answer I’d always give.
I have no words to describe her.
My friends tease me to describe her qualities.
I stumble.
“Do you prefer long flowing hair or tied hair? Make up or no make-up. Red lips...” they persist.
“Do you want a girl who is subservient or dominant?”
“What kind of educational background she should come from?”
“Which part of India, or the world, does she live in?”
“What does she do?”
“What kind of family she comes from?”
“I don’t know...” this is the answer I always give.
This leaves them puzzled.
All of those things seem to be important. But are they?
Deep inside, I think I just crave for a soul-to-soul connection. A woman, with whom, I can spend the rest of my life. Even in death, nothing should separate us. We should always, nay forever, be one: one soul, one mind........
“Such a girl does not exist,” they tell me. But I am reluctant to admit.
“Where will you find her?” they ask.
I don’t know. But I believe she is somewhere waiting for me. And I am waiting for her.
When will I find her? Again I don’t know, except that I will find her in this lifetime.
“I am too idealistic,” they tell me.
If they want to thus label me, so be it.
I don’t care.
They say that my words are beyond comprehension. Some have even called me an “imbecile.” That is why I choose not to reveal this side of mine.
—-A page from the diary of Amit Verma, Corporate lawyer
