To Give Love A Chance...

I am hooked on to a song I recently came across.

It's from this new Tamil movie, 180 Rules Kidaiyathu (translated, There're No 180 Rules).

Nee korinaal vaanam maaratha;
Thinam theeramaleh megam tuuratha...

Translated;

If you require, even the skies could change;
The clouds would drop rain everyday, without halt (not so good for society, for floods may befall)...

Those words were serenaded with a lovely raag (melody) and a captivating harmony. My heart skipped a beat when I nonchalantly clicked to check out the movie trailer. Immediately looked for the song online.

I've probably listened to it 50 times by now (maybe more; downloaded it earlier today) and still loving it. The song is actually playing as I type this. I am a person whose nostalgic senses are piqued by two things; smells and songs. Certain scents (or odours) send me back to the times when that particular sensation was heightened through a significant event (for instance, Mr. P's body odour and if I smell it on anyone else, just an example; the most pertinent and provoking one, thus, easily conceived). Songs; I've always had an attachment to songs that represent me, my relationships, my passions and my loves, throughout the years. I hold them close to my heart. This isn't groundbreaking is it? Well, this is me, and I guess I can't help it if I am stereotypical in this sense can I?

So this song just crept into me. And I realised, I am actually enjoying it; a love song. Epiphany moment!!! I was smiling and melting under the starry night sky with the song on repeat. Then it hits me; I thought I would never enjoy love songs like this ever again. Even if I did, I thought it would be in a very desolate manner.

Here's what I think is going on in my mind and hopefully in my heart. Married Man and the not-so-happy ending kept flashing on and off in my head whilst drowning in the melody. I guess if it flourished he was a man I could have been very hopelessly in love with. Indeed, Mr. P would have been just a scar, a reminder. Now, since (even if) Married Man did not happen, I guess me, myself and I are ready to give love a chance...

How bad can it get?
I've walked out of the life of a man whom wanted me; the very man I loved.
I've walked over suicide and depression.
What could be worse???