My superhero

Supers.
No, I am not mentioning the movie stars.
Not even a protagonist of any other movie.
Nor the boy who lived.Its not about The Avengers either.
Its not even about the ironman.
This is meant for real supers.
The ones with a rusty armour and white hair.
So let us have a quick introduction.
For starters, they are humans - with a  normal life plus problems. That means -
They don't have any lasers coming out of there eyes.
No extra arms to strangle the villains .
No spiky tail.
They are visible.
Ahh!! Most importantly ,they don't flourish there "shiny" underwear out of there old - polished - rental pajamas.
Now you get it.
These guys are pretty normal.
They may be your father . most likely your grandma. Your mother or brother .
boyfriend?
There might be an aunt next door.
And your best friend too.

They appear supers on times ,
When your grandma gives you a chocolate secretly. your maa  who
gives you a pat on your back, lulls you to sleep.
The teacher who gives you extra marks?
Or the blubbering  bookworm who has bailed you out for like so many times that you have forgot the count.

Smiling, are we?
Supers are fantastic.

These people are your trampoline.
You jump up every time you touch them.

Sometimes , these are stroms.
Like huge disasters.
They enter like a raging bull in your life. Out of blood, yours precisely.
They flip you over,making you to see the world as you always never wanted to.
Its a roller coaster ride with them.
One second you are laughing hard.
The other, you are grinding your teeth.
Bipolar much?

The saddest part is,
when we are supposed to peg  these scarecrows in our field , we step back wondering  that what on earth could be more uglier than them.
Now you know why they are on the verge of extinction.
Picture yourself -holding a cane on a summer afternoon ;scaring away each and every crow and cow that comes for a feast to your field.
your life without supers is a field without scarecrows.

Doesn't that thought makes you sweat.
That's the whole point.
We always need someone.
We fail to realize how incomplete we are , without them.

So,to make this long story short-we are the female leads in this movie.
Who chases away the love of her life and then after realizing the truth (what was so obvious for like  ages ) breaks her bangles on the door pane.

Eekeeeesss. Pathetic.

But the only difference is - they get happy endings.
There prince comes back ofcourse .
But real life supers not typical kings, I tell you.
They are strong willed people with a cocky screwed up mind and an extraordinary heart.
Once they let go, you'll never find  what happened to them. Supers vanish. That's the another thing they are good at.
They vanish and they remain.
Like the hard stains on your favourite jeans.
Let them happen and They will take away the colour of your shirt.
So lets manage our outfits today.

This because these meteors are worth having a fight.
Cause we really love our dresses.
Aren't we?
Tell them, my Dear.
No matter how much of a egoist you are.
Regardless of the fact that how funny you are going to sound.
Hide it in a joke.
Be sarcastic.
If they are your true supers, they will understand.
Just tell them.
Tell them how you feel around them.
Go ahead , give them a hint.
This might take time , but they'll catch up.
Mostly ,the bull types.

Its hard
Getting supers .
Its the act of kissing 1000 frogs in hope of a prince.
But,when you get the guy - Hold on tight
And kiss him hard.
Never let him go.
I barely caught mine.
I don't want you to,too.

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