A favourite lyric of mine is by octogenarian soul man BB King in a ditty called Better Not Look Down. He describes a beautiful woman walking by “If the arrows from cupid’s bow, that had passed through her heart, had been sticking out of her body she would have looked like a porcupine”. It may not be Gulzar but I love it.
Most straight thinking people wouldn’t trust a low flying chubby child firing random shots down to earth with a bow and arrow but there’s nothing like tradition to fly in the face of logic. Cupid (for it is he) is a winged assassin armed with the weapon of love and with a little technical know how the cherub of love could become a fully armed weapon of mass destruction, the baby child of Rambo, an angel of death. All hail The chubby drone.
With this in mind my first lesson of love is to enjoy it while it lasts. Enjoy it for what it is now not for what it could be in future. This is were my teachings end because I am the worst, the worst, at following my own advice. When it comes to those four letters. – E.V.L.O. I am positively dyslexic. Take the following example.
She was beautiful. She was tall. Her skin was smooth and the colour and fragrance of warm caramel. The woman to whom I was engaged to be married asked “if you could change anything about me what would it be?”. I forgot the universal reply of “Darling, I wouldn’t change a thing. You are perfect as you are” and considered the question as if it were a gauntlet thrown across the laboratory of love. Was it a question or a trap? “Can I have a little time?” I asked….