Mujhe Kamal Ka Phool Nahi Chahiye

A friend once told me something that has stayed with me — not because I agreed, but because it made me question what we’ve normalized in the name of modern love.

He said,

“Kamal ka phool toh kichad mein hi khilta hai, bhai.”

And what he meant was even more disappointing — “If you want to find someone amazing, you have to go through the dirt. Go out, flirt, party, club, date many… only then you’ll find the one.”

I smiled back then. But honestly, I wanted to tell him — mujhe Kamal ka phool nahi chahiye, agar uske liye mujhe kichad mein utarna pade.

I’m not here to clean myself off someone else’s mess.

I’m not here to collect heartbreaks as experience.

I’m not here to normalize disloyalty in the name of “trial and error.”

I’m not a beta version of someone figuring out what they want.

I’m the final version.

And I’m looking for someone who knows how to love like it’s their only job.

You can call me old-school, but I don’t want a love that comes with scars from a thousand casual flings and drunken misjudgments. I don’t want someone who chose me after “exploring all their options.”

I want someone who chooses me because they see me.

Not because they’re tired.

Not because I was the last one left.

Not because everyone else was temporary.

They say experience makes you wiser in love. Maybe it does. But love isn’t a degree.

You don’t need to fail ten times to pass once.

I don’t want to win a heart that has been handed around like a prize.

I want to be the first choice, not the safest option.

I want someone who still believes in the magic of first love — even if I’m not their first.

Maybe I’m asking too much in today’s world. Maybe I’m unrealistic. Maybe I’ll stay single for a long time.

But at least I’ll sleep peacefully, knowing that I didn’t go through dirt to find someone clean.

And if love is truly a Kamal ka phool —

Let it bloom in the clearest waters of loyalty, honesty, and intentionality.

Not in the swamp of confusion, games, and momentary thrills.

I don’t need Kamal ka phool.

I need a soul. A heart. A hand that holds me like it always meant to — without testing every other hand in the room first.

That’s not love born in dirt.

That’s love rooted in truth.

And if I must compare love to a flower,

then let it be a sunflower — bold, bright, and always turning towards the light.

Not something that grows hidden in murky waters, but something that thrives in clarity, openness, and warmth.

Let my love be like that — simple, pure, and standing tall… not rooted in chaos, but blooming in truth.