If I were ever told some years back that I would fall in love so badly that I'll stay in love, I would not have laughed. Rather, I would have taken the person straight to the hospital after tying the person with a rope. You know, so that they wouldn't run around the street with such mad attitude.
But... the strangest thing occurred when I was hit by the heartburn of love. It happened that love did strangely take hold of me without asking for permission,How rude! My inner mind wanted to scream, but my heartbeat followed the rhythm to its dance. Unbelievable! The Balikis I know won't get smitten by love. I know her well to say so, but do I?
You see, when Jaden and Justin sang the music, "never say never".They knew what they were saying because ever since I fell deeply which happened in the span of seconds, I could hardly stay a minute without the thought of my beloved sneaking into my mind like a ninja, quietly, calculating and brutal to my self reflection after I fell.
I never thought I would be taken hostage by this daunting feeling, but I was, and I still am.
The first time fate brought us together, I was in a grumpy state. Though the scene hasn't been scripted for a movie yet, and if I were to cite an example of how we met, I'll go with the Indian movie style of when a girl and a guy who are meant to meet met themselves. You know the heart changes its rhythm when the guy picks up her book after he stumbles on her kind of moment. That was how I felt when our eyes met, only that... I didn't dance with my beloved as Indian people do. Instead, I stared with my mouth open like a smittened fool.
However, I was not ashamed of my reaction nor how my eyes checked out my beloved with my tongue out in a romantic gesture before swallowing hard the spit that already formed in my mouth. From that day onward, I knew that I was never going to fall out of love, which interestingly has been the case.
After the scene of meeting my beloved in the market, I went home and told my Mom all about it. My mouth moved very fast like a child who was on sugar. I explained all to her, and she just laughed and told me, "I'll have my beloved." You should see the warm tears that filled my eyes with those words of hers. Maybe it was because I wasn't a big eater that made her say those words or because of how I had spoken about my beloved. I never knew… Or was it because she knew I preferred just small snacks or noodles then?
However, the most interesting part of this was that she got my beloved home and had it made for me when I got back the next day. And just the smell alone made my head rotate 360 degrees in a flash. It was worth it! Every moment was filled with a blissful adventure.
…and, it has been more than a decade and half of knowing my beloved "plantain", and ever since I did. I always make sure I eat it whenever my cravings for it come, and most times, before it does.
Ever since I found my favorite dish, I never went a day without having a thought about it. It is so crazy that whenever I get sick, Plantain is the only food I can eat without throwing up. Now, tell me, if that isn't true love, then what is?
Our love is surely romantic and filled with so much endearment from me to my favorite dish, and I hope it feels the same because I don't want to be in a one-sided love position.
Therefore, however things turn out to be, my love for plantain will never die, and if eloping with it will be my last resort in life, I gladly will with no ounce of doubt in me.
