All Prudie could manage was a sheepish smile.
“No. No. Tell me why do you love me?”
Suddenly the gravitational force on his wallet felt to be weaker. Prudie felt like his credit card – swiped and used. Worse, he could also feel the pain caused by the scratches.
“I asked you something?”. Prudie’s thought process was brought back to the point.
Reasons for falling anywhere could be, to:
- crush a banana skin
- taste the dust
- seek attention
- check the strength of his vertebral column
- figure out whether Dettol or Savlon is better
Stupid enough. He felt like a loser desperately trying to justify something which was beyond his control.
Giving reasons for falling in love can only sound more foolish, nothing lesser. At best, one would be talking about the reinforcements that one builds up over a period of time. But are not these the after effects rather than the underlying reasons?
There is no reason for love. If there is a reason, then it is not love.
And that is exactly where its beauty lies.
That is what he told her. And she gave him a smug smile. They were happy.
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As an afterthought, some reasons did occur to Prudie. Those could actually have been assigned. He thought of Sexual Attraction, Peer Pressure, Need for Intimacy, Westermarck Effect, Carnal desires …
The surgeon was dissecting, and the reason for beauty had to be in the anatomy!