Emotional knapsack!

As I stare at the credits of another one of those happily ending romantics, all weepy and choky, I know that the next thirty minutes or so are going to be ecstatic!

These thirty minutes for me are so emotionally charged, that I am very sure, I am floating at least a millimetre above the floor during them! 

The reason for the strange positivity in the air, I know not.

But as they tick by,  I forgive my mom for yelling at me. I thank god for the lovely weather. I laugh like an idiot over silly things. I suddenly know what the tattoo on my shoulder's going to be! I want to chat with my friends. I want to cook. I want to make my parents tea. I even picture Ashu and Shaily with kids! 

 It’s in these precious thirty that I am in such a high that classes, college, career mean trash. There is more to life than the tangibles. Love, friendship, trust, sacrifice, joy... they are all that matter!

There are no inhibitions. No second thoughts. No holding back. No regard for "if I do this, that could happen!"

At times these thirty make me do things I would never even consider doing. Is that giving you a positive vibe? It’s the opposite! The things you avoid when you are in your right mind, (and by right mind I mean not so utterly euphoric) are better left unscathed. But the spell the movie has you under, has disarmed you incompetent to be discrete. You want to sort things with the freak you stopped talking to, because all of a sudden, the reason for the lack of conversation seems irrational. Big mistake! You want to call another one who screwed you over and say "it’s okay, let’s forget it" and apologise for being aloof.  Somebody hold me back. I wouldn’t have even cared to think about these jerks otherwise! 

And I relate the intensity of this crazy urge to "sort things out" directly proportional to the number of tears you shed during the movie. And if the end of the movie leaves you all wet and weepy... I am bound to do something that I'll regret later!

So do I shut off my phone and go to sleep so I don’t do anything stupid?

Na... I can’t! Because I love being the person I am during these thirty. I cannot put her to sleep just because she might do something that'll send me banging my head into a wall later. I want every second of those thirty minutes. I want to get that high. It’s during these thirty that I rediscover the hopeless romantic in me! Cliché?  Maybe...  But very apt!