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Madhavan, the heartthrob, in love. Thank me for making your day;)
We throw around those three words carelessly. We toss them with a flick of our hands without taking a glance at what is in our hands. We pile it along with the unwashed laundry at the corner of the sofa and with the undone bed. We use them in place of sorrys as if saying I love you will compensate for our mistakes and our lack of humility. How does 'I love you' erase one's mistakes like a wiper on the windshield without a need to put back broken parts and pretend three words are enough to move on? We use it with laziness, preferring those three words to paragraphs describing what one specifically like about the other. How does one say they love the smell of the moisturizer on their lover's cheek and how the fragrance reminds one of vanilla ice-cream dripping with dew in three words?
Instead of warming it with our breaths, polishing it with the corner of our t-shirts and giving it with tender hands, we toss those three words carelessly with good mornings and good nights. Thy's declaration of love is not a greeting. Save the three words when we are in the chaos of passion or in the depths of tranquility. Save it for the precious moments. Save those three words for the moment you feel you love me.
[Have I mentioned that this book, அழகியல், is more for me than for you? I bleed in words.
I can't translate this into Tamil but I thought it fit well with this book's gist of the little details in relationships. I love you சொன்னால் மட்டும் போதாது, அதற்கான இடமும், நேரமும், நுணுக்கமும் இருக்கவேண்டும். ]
