The other day we fought, you said arrogance was a part of your being and you will never get rid of it! You said so many other things, but this one stayed. After the storm had passed and you slept peacefully in my arms, I started to wonder where all that arrogance came from. Rather, where it originated.
Knowing you by your childhood stories, the ones that constitute the happiest parts of your mother’s memories, I can not exactly spot when that little boy became such an arrogant man! Where did the mysteries of 'you' begin? In which nanosecond of being born? In which house, pub or city? In which month of the year? Near which man or woman? In which success or trauma did the ‘you’ I love become so arrogant?
Since that day, I often take a stroll through the scattered stories you tell me and try to find that one moment that made the present you. The moment that made you recede into a shell, so much so that you still refuse to reveal your complete self or surrender, even to me!
But I shall not give up! One day, when I know all your stories, I will hunt down the instance that changed you and cure it with love. So much love that you can not run to hide behind it when you are facing me. Till then, I’ll patiently save a part of my love and venture into your memories night after night.