Why romantic novels are my cup of coffee!

Why romantic novels are my cup of coffee

and can be yours too ;)

I step inside. The smell of freshly printed books waft around the book store and the book covers make it all colorful. It’s a place I visit almost every month. The salesperson hands me a bestseller by so and so writer but I silently keep it in a corner and end up right in front of romantic novels. He explains how important it is to try other genre too and asks me why I am stuck in books with similar theme and similar plot which never seems to change. Why because it has always been my layered cup of coffee which when blended together makes a heavenly combination and doesn’t let me sleep.

It’s like the Cream with chocolate syrup on the top which melts in my mouth as soon as I scoop it with spoon. It transcends me to a different world and helps me in escapism. It captivates me. I step in the characters shoes and take a roller coaster ride. I anticipate turns, I silently wish the guy to make the first move, I wish  turmoil to end as soon as it begins and eagerly wait for the girl or the guy to call to fix their break-up. My whole day ends up being gloomy if the characters don’t conquer the battles or somehow die. I know that “Prince charming” doesn’t exist but I still read about one as I secretly yearn for the guys that the writers define. Why? Simply because it doesn’t exist but by reading them I can run out of reality. The things which I feel wouldn’t ever take place does take place and it’s the only platform where my guilt’s, fantasies and desires live peacefully with each other. Why should I read things which I see and feel every day and which is absolutely fact? Every time a couple triumphantly passes through a troublesome phase the inner me dances with childlike glee. It comes into my life like a Chocolate wafer which comes along with Mocha. Plus point it also presents a rough guideline how my guy should be like (Rough as in expecting the prince charming with all qualities would be impossible and too much of pressure on the guy).

“Old wine served in a new bottle”

Well in today’s context romantic novels are not all about fairy taili-ish love with stinking rich guys who know how to sweep any women off her feet, take her to rides in freaking expensive cars, gifts her Swarovski diamonds and saves a white complexioned girl riding on a horse any more. It’s not about women who have 36-24-36 body, whose eyes are deep as oceans, whose eyebrows seem perfectly carved, whose voice seems like melody and who is a perfect marriage material. It’s about the bookworm girl with disheveled hair, fats clearly visible wiggling in every touch and who looks at the world through her Harry Potter glasses and smiles with her braces. It’s about that girl who is a rebel and would prefer to bash evil people around rather than going to the salon and walking with shiny stilettos. It’s about the not so tall guy with pimples, who would easily get lost among crowd and who would stealthily wear cakes of makeup and sari and endures the ragging silently. It’s about the guy who cries every time something pinches him and has high inferiority complex but still gets to have a beautiful girl beside him because of the beautiful soul he possesses. It’s about that student from engineering, about the banker of Wall Street, a ballet dancer, a pilot and about very common person . It’s about the pesky relatives and the nosy neighbors who don’t and won’t allow love stories to be a merry ride. It’s about waiting for people to know your value, it’s about the emotional taunts from parents, and it’s about storms and hurricanes. It’s about love which isn’t leveled, where guys fall for guys, where women find their soul mate in women and that’s no sin for aunties to make comment on. It’s something like bitter Espresso which shows the reality of today and brings you back to the ground.

That’s how romantic novels bring both worlds into one. It smoothly unveils our fantasies but keeps reality all along. It contours fears but presents the palette of difficulties too. It presents fact but doesn’t forget to wrap it with intricate designs of desires too.  It triggers your inner demons  and pacifies you too. If that doesn’t make you happy,I don’t know what will!