You are the only shoulder I can cry on.

I am PMSing so hard right now and every thought in my brain lands up at your doorstep. No one can understand my misery like you do. Nobody cares about me like you do. I do have many great people around me whom I can turn to. But more often than not they are all busy with their own lives. My best friend has exams; my boyfriend lives in a different time zone; my parents are too busy with work. This is when I turn to you and you are always there for me.

Usually, I would talk to my parents for my career-related problems. My best friend can turn into an agony aunt when I have relationship trouble. I can even seek professional help when I am feeling very low. But it’s only with you that I find the strength to face all of these problems myself. Within an hour of your wholesome company, I become ready to face life again. Biting into your cheesy bliss makes the world a better place for me. No matter what problems I am going through, you always, always help.

It must be witchcraft but you somehow always end up being exactly what I need. 

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Not just that, you alter your very flavour according to what I need at that point. When I am on my period, you morph into a cheesy heaven we call ‘Margherita’. During a party, you become a flavourful goodness called ‘Farmhouse’ topped with tomatoes, onions, jalapenos, mushrooms and olives. I can almost feel the taste on my tongue right now. Exam-time usually calls for something bursting with calories like a Pepperoni pizza. Nothing helps me cope with the stress as well as some meat. It must be witchcraft but you somehow always end up being exactly what I need.

I am forever grateful to the Italians for making you. You are the most perfect comfort food in the world (well, it’s a tie between you and french fries.) I feel at home when I bite into your doughy thin crust and travel through the meat and veggie bits to end up at the layer of melted cheese. Or when your base is bursting with cheese and you taste so delicious that I don’t care about the fats. Not even a little, all because you are so very satisfying. Your presence has the ability to turn my day around.

You envelope me in your cheesy embrace and my problems stop being so impossible to handle.

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You never ever dawdle. You are always a phone call away (literally!). Whenever I feel very sad or lonely, all I have to do is pick up the phone and call the kind people at the pizza places. 30 minutes later my doorbell rings and there you are. You travel in a flat square box and you are always steaming hot. You are perfection itself.

I am so grateful for your very existence. Even when I am all alone and far away from my loved ones, you are always so kind to me. You envelope me in your cheesy embrace and my problems stop being so impossible to handle. You never fail to comfort me. You have made me realize that you never stop caring. I have now come to depend on you. I love you with all my heart and I hope we continue making many more such wonderful memories. Thank you!

 

Yours eternally grateful,

Another lover.



Author: Maitreyee Mhatre

 

 

 

 

 

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