On a random spring morning, I woke up only to realize that spring would have been more pleasant if you were sleeping beside me. My green tea would have tasted like a cappuccino if we were having breakfast together. My blazer would have given me more warmth if you wrapped it around me. And, even getting common cold would have been more romantic, if you rubbed the vaporizer over me.
Do you know why??? Because you are my PLATONIC LOVE. I don’t know if we have already met or God is still writing our story. But I know, one day I will surely find you; maybe in a coffee shop, bus stop, airport or anywhere.
But I would love to meet you in a hospital where you and I see each other in a white coat with a stethoscope around our neck trying to give love, harmony and care to the people of the society. And then, one fine day we become each other’s patient, treating each other with the intervention of love.
From your late-night shifts to me studying over a new case, we will share compassion. Maybe we get less time to spend together in our room but we will always be connected by our profession, by our PLATONIC LOVE. Forget relationship. We will be partners. Partners in the pink and blue of health; partners in the ups and downs of life; partners in studies and family functions; partners in your naughtiness and my shyness; partners in kisses and cuddles. And one day we will have our own Empire. Ahhh….
Let’s wait till then. Let God plan. Let’s wait to meet, or if we have already met then let’s wait till we both find out. Let God write our story. And trust me, it won’t be national or international but eternal best seller…. Because this is not just physical. This is my PLATONIC LOVE. This is our PLATONIC LOVE…
