https://blog.karthikrp.com/tags/love/Recent content in love on ReflectionsHugo -- gohugo.ioen-us© Karthik Ramaswamy PadmanabhanThu, 30 Mar 2023 22:26:25 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/finding-a-partner-in-crime/Thu, 30 Mar 2023 22:26:25 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/finding-a-partner-in-crime/“You gents need some women in your life.” I heard Melissa’s voice coming from inside the bathroom. “I have not seen a dirtier place in my life.” I turned to look at Santosh, my roommate who was sitting on the other end of the couch in the living room, half in embarrassment, half in amusement. He stared back at me with a similar mix of emotions. We were actually not going to be roommates for long.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/love/Mon, 24 Jan 2022 22:18:47 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/love/Love. It is very hard isn’t it? Being in love. It certainly brings unbound joy and amazing experiences on several occasions. But sometimes, it only gives you pain and sadness. And during those especially sad moments, it is incredibly painful and agonizing. You can tell fairy tales are made up simply because most of them do not talk about these hard times. They mostly focus on the happily ever afters.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/3pm/Thu, 19 Nov 2020 22:21:25 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/3pm/Ding, dong! The shrill noise of the doorbell broke the heavy silence that currently occupied the house at 1521 Rosewood Way, Minneapolis, Minnesota. The floor creaked as fifty-four-year-old Chinmayi Venkatesan walked from the kitchen and looked through the peephole before opening the door. She managed to catch a glimpse of the delivery UPS truck leaving the driveway. She glanced at the name of the sender as she picked up the cardboard box at the doorstep.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/love-at-work/Sat, 30 Jan 2010 22:11:52 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/love-at-work/I hated to work on Saturday evenings. Especially since all my roommates would be enjoying in Kilroy’s Sports Bar, while I would be cleaning up trash, or serving burritos. That Saturday, I was put up at the Italian food joint, and it was particularly busy. I had never seen so much crowd before, and it was tiring. The only solace was that Hafize was working in a place right opposite to mine.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/game-over/Sat, 15 Aug 2009 22:05:32 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/game-over/“Welcome to Indianapolis!”, the driver announced as the shuttle entered the airport. Though it was the second time I was going to Indy, something about the place looked unfamiliar to me. Maybe it was the weather? I didn’t know. It was kind of chill and foggy when I got down from the shuttle. There was the scent of rain, but I hoped it wouldn’t rain, at least not till I get back inside the safety of my apartment.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/valentines-day/Sat, 14 Feb 2009 21:44:29 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/valentines-day/My first attempt at 55Fiction: She watched as her love crossed the road and came towards where she was sitting. She knew he was going to propose today, the 14th February. He looked tense. Understandable. “I wanna tell you something.” “Yes?” She waited for the three words to come out of his mouth. “I am gay.”https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-accidental-date/Mon, 23 Jun 2008 21:15:29 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-accidental-date/“Eat something and go!” My mom shouted from the kitchen. “No, ma. It is already late! I’m leaving. Bye!!” I shouted back and as I went out through the front door, I tripped on the carpet and almost fell down. Unfortunately, my mom happened to see this. “Come inside, sit down, and drink water. It is a bad sign if you trip when you are going out.” she told me.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-unforgettable-exam/Thu, 29 May 2008 21:13:20 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-unforgettable-exam/It was the day of my last exam after which the summer holidays were about to begin. My parents had already planned a trip to Ooty during the holidays, and I was too preoccupied with it, that I hardly prepared for the exam. Not that the exam needed preparation. The subject was General Knowledge, in which I was the topper, every time. I was also good in quizzing, and my general knowledge was much higher than that of an average seventh class student.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/inside-the-bus/Thu, 22 May 2008 20:56:40 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/inside-the-bus/It was a really hot day. The bus stop was crowded and there wasn’t any bus in sight. I was sweating profusely and my shirt had already become wet. I was praying that a bus should come soon, when I saw her crossing the road from the college gate towards the bus stop. Anjana was my classmate and the prettiest girl in my college. Though we were classmates, I hardly spoke to her and she could, at best, be classified just as my acquaintance.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/first-love/Sun, 18 May 2008 04:19:06 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/first-love/Love was something that never appealed to me. Since the time I entered college, people all around me were falling in love. I thought it was all stupidity when people described love as divine, everything in life. Every time when I heard of some guy who had committed suicide just because his love wouldn’t accept him, I felt as if I should go and slap him in heaven or hell, wherever he is.