The other day my friend was telling me she was head over heels in love with someone which made me sit and really think.. Why is it that we always talk about Love? We want to love, and be loved.. and also to fall 'in' love too!
I had loved my dad. He was, for me, a Santaclaus. He used to visit me every year with lots of gifts. But he was never there for me when I had needed him. He was never there to take any major decisions in my life. He was never a friend, and used to throw his weight around. For him, love was something which you hide inside your heart. So is my mom. Her love was and is always kept under the wrap. She was always sceptical. I always used to keep to myself. Hmm.. that was always better. In my leafing out.. my likes, my ambitions.. all I swept under the carpet. I never took it out and dusted. Maybe these things toughened me up a lot. Still I love her.
They brought a man in front of me. He is your husband, you should love him. OK, I will.. and I did.. and I do. Then it was the turn of two cute alsaetians. Oh I love them too! My own darlings, the products of our love. How I love them..! Even when they fight tooth and nail, even when they cheat me by reading comics inside their textbooks, even when they make me get ready to reserve a bed in the nearest asylum...
I was never given an oppurtunity to choose.. There was no option. No waiting for love to happen and blossom. I could never experience what it was like to choose to love someone. (Oh no.. I am not that touch-and-feel type who is blinded by Mills and Boons and Harlequins. But somewhere deep inside me, sleeps a hardcore romantic.) The Sinatra and Lionel Richie I was devouring made me realise that I have never fallen 'in' love. The soft melodies and the raindrops forced me to go out and look out for someone to sweep me of my feet and steal my heart.
And the quest began! For someone to come in his bike and take me out to wilderness ...
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Parting shot:
"Love is sometimes denied, sometimes lost, sometimes unrecognised....
But in the end, always found with no regrets, forever valued and kept treasured"
- Anonymous
4 comments:
Beware all!! Vacancy in a nest!
Those who're hard up and lost their way stand a chance.
More touchwood,clay,glowworms....make it more finer. A winged guest wouldn't be far behind!
The truth [is] that there is only one terminal dignity-love. And the story of a love is not important-what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity....
For we, humans, wanting, and feeling wanted, is the most basic emotion. We are afterall a social animal. And women are more capable of true love then men. Thats why god has chosen to bestow motherhood on women.
Yes. I too, am in love. with my life. With all its highs and lows. With all the people who have touched my life. Some have left a lasting impression. Some have left me yearning for more. Some have fought with me. And some have hurt me so much, I used to feel miserable. But, I still love life. And, may be one day, as the classic Rafi song goes......."Kabhi na kabhi, Kahin na kahin, Koi na koi tho aayega. Apna mujhe banaayega, dhil me mujhe bassayegaaa".
Awaiting the unknown makes life more thrilling!
Love is a many splendoured thing
It's the April Rose that only grows
In the early spring
Love is nature's way of giving
A reason to be living
The golden crown that makes a man a King
Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist
Two lovers kissed
And the world stood still
Then you fingers touched
My silent heart
And taught it how to sing
It's true, love's a many splendoured thing!
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