Hook up

A hook-up is an instance of random people connecting together. But it figuratively means having physical relationship with a person you have just met or are an acquaintance to. Is it even legit to think about a hook-up?


But don't we have the right to live our life on our own terms? Perhaps, our body is not a temple which can't be contaminated by a stranger, rather it is a tool to satisfy our physical wants and desires. So, it's perfectly normal for a human to desire sex or thereabouts.


Physically we all covet that touch which gives us the warmth and the feeling of being wanted but is it okay if that touch is given by a stranger? According to me, it wasn't but now it is. We only have a short life (that's how we're inclined to think) and so we want to live by our rules. We don't want someone else to dictate terms to us. We want to make mistakes and then improve, we want to fall and then stand up and similarly we want to give permission to a stranger to explore our body and in the process, please ourselves even though we might regret it later.

You see a sexy stranger walking on the road or at your workplace or at any place and you strip them naked in your imagination. You imagine the possibility of sleeping with them. But then, you come to your senses because you think it is absurd. But why? Maybe that stranger thinks on the same terms. Maybe they are not able to convey you their feelings, just like you.

This can also be related to someone who refrains from fantasizing someone they love. They believe it is immoral to lust over someone they love. At least, I thought that way.

Coming back to hook-ups, our Indian society is very much reserved in these matters. But that doesn't discourage our youth to experiment and discover their emotional and physical boundaries. Perhaps, the hook-up culture which is prevalent now has given rise to infidelity, polyamory and many such taboos. 

You support me or not, I think it is okay to experiment with your body. You don't have to control your thoughts just because it is a taboo.

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