Everyone out there has heard this "Opposite attracts". Surely it does. But has anyone told you "What happens after that?"
You meet someone. They might differ with you in choices. You like tea, they like coffee. You love rain. They might hate it. Exploring new things is fun for you and they like to remain conserved. You are a night owl and they, an early bird. You prefer texts, they choose call. South Indian food is a big no for you and they would choose it anytime. And many such things where you both are on different pages. Yet you both connect.
You feel a spark in between that makes you both to have more of each other. You grew closer and one day, they say you " You are so different from me, you need to change yourself". Your choices are still the same. You still are opposite of each other but you are no longer attracted towards each other.
Tell me, Is it worth it to change yourself completely according to someone? It's really easy to build a relationship on "Opposite attracts" theory but the real challenge is to keep it the same like it was, to stay opposite in other things but remaining on the same page in loving each other.
It's strange how the meaning of rain has changed for me over the years.
When I was a kid, the day it rained used to be my happiest day. You will ask why? Because, rainy day meant holiday. No school, no scolding from maa to play outdoor games, I could eat and watch tv the whole day.
As I grew up and started going college, rain for me meant bunking lectures to go to the nearby tea stall, sit there and chill with friends. I have had my life's some of the most important conversation there.
When I had my first heartbreak, the definition of the happy rain changed to melancholy. Those days whenever it rained, I would plug in my earphones and shut myself from the world. For rain reminded me of him. I would sit at a corner and think about all that we had and how it was raining when we first met.
But all of these were past. As of now, rain to me means a half-read novel, soft music and a cup of tea. It reminds me of how people see the same rain differently. For some, rain means walking hand in hand with lovers without giving a care to the world. And for the broken hearts, it's just another reason to feel sad about the past. For farmers, Rain is the most awaited thing and the same rain is a curse for the slum dwellers whose everything gets washed away in it.
Rain for others can be a season, but for it's a mixed emotion.