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A LOT LIKE LOVE
Part I: Love/Hate
Meet Mommy/Dhngra. He hates it when I call him that, and he will hate it when he reads this, but that is exactly why I am writing it too. I have never called him by his first name. Never.
Mommy and I have a love/hate relationship, we LOVE each other, and are always there for each other and have the most intense conversations ever when no one is watching, but always end up making fun of each other whenever in a group.
This started when we were in 10th grade, when we both had no way to reach home from school, our van was not there, and ended up walking till the nearest metro station, which was atleast a 40 minute walk.
He is my identical clone, we are so similar, that we almost repel each other at times. We feel too much, think too much, and care too much, and also, get angry too much, too soon.
I hate him, as much as I love him.
We can meet every day, or after ages, but nothing will change, we will be the same, we would have grown and changed into a different version of ourselves, but we will be like this with each other, Always.
I owe a lot to him. He is the reason I am not just a feminist, but also that I am my own feminist, without compromising on what I want to be, beyond the definition of a feminist.
He is my childhood buddy, and I sometimes want to kill him, but I can’t because I cannot do without him.
We also create cool fake candids together.
We say love is friendship, because friendships like these exist.
Who is your Mommy dearest?