Your recent gesture of jealousy and mocking has surprised me. And feeling quite sad about it, I decided to take the silent way out and blog my feelings.
I am aware that I don’t belong to the category of beautiful people and I am not unhappy about it. I’ve given a deaf ear to your daily rants as well. But you’ve crossed the line by questioning my love for my beau.

Well, it does not lessen my feelings at all for him, but it does show me your soot-filled heart. You remind me of a few beautiful lines from the movie ‘Serendipity’. “The Greeks don’t write obituaries. They ask only one question – Does he have passion?” Because passion my friend is what makes a person an achiever, a lover and who believes in himself.

I’m sorry to say, you lack the passion to appreciate beautiful things in life, be it physical or of the mind. You measure every ounce on this earth with money. Money can’t find you true love. It makes you envious of every little thing in this world. You lose your existence as nothing fits in the category of good for you.