She loved that bag of chips. She loved the tintin comic she was reading. She loved the coco cola she was sipping on. The hostel room door was left open for the rest of the girls to feel jealous of her “happy bubble”. She seems so much at peace, she seems so much in love. She seems so much in possession of all her faculties. The scene from any romantic chickflick. This girl was busy making decisions while the others prepared for their finals.
Anyone who knew her well would understand the tension and the worries that clouded her psyche. The challenge that her mind is going through. The questions she is asking herself and the answers she is coming up with all by herself. Sometimes many confusing answers to the same simple question. Does he love me? Why is he being vague about his feelings?
That thin line between like and love. That thin line between sanity and insanity. The thin line between the two vastly different choices she has to make. A perfect life or a blissful one. A tough choice for anyone to make. A difficult decision for a 21 yr old. The uncertainity of her own feelings, the vagueness of the reciprocated feelings and the plethora of worries for the future ahead.
The coke, the chips, the comic and the blissfulness. She is now thinking of ways to make her perfect life blissful or try and make her blissful future perfect. The bubble bursts at some point. Sometimes letting others make decisions for you might not be a bad idea. Sometimes, decisions can be right and wrong at the same time. Why the choice? Why can’t she have both?