Saturday, 7 May 2016


Love. What is love? Ask people and they would give you different answers. Some would say crazy, some would say stupid. Some would say its non existent while the others would say indescribable. Ask the science people and they would give you a scientific definition which does not truly fit. Nobody knows the exact meaning of love. Everybody has different perceptions based on their own experiences. According to me, love is when you look into the eyes of that person and decide that you would do anything to let the twinkle in their eyes last forever. When you see a smile on their face and you are happy because you are the reason behind that smile. When you are ready to even lose just to see that joy of victory on their face. When every time your heart starts to race and your breath is caught up in your throat by the mere mention of their name. When your knees go weak and you get butterflies in your stomach and a warm fuzzy feeling as they walk towards you.
But love can hurt. It hurts when the person who you would do anything for, is not willing to do the same. When they don't get the same feeling u do every time you walk towards them. When you love them with all your heart but they don't love you back. It pains. But we are so deeply in love with them that we learn to live with the pain. We embrace it. We continue to love them with all the pieces of our heart, shattered by the pain. We continue to lose. We continue to sacrifice. Hoping that maybe the person would love us back yet knowing at the back of our minds that there is not a chance. At night, we spend hours crying and the fuzzy feeling is replaced with an emptiness, a void feeling. Our mind & heart engage in countless debates. Our heart tells us to keep loving them. There still might be a chance while our mind says otherwise. And every night, the mind wins. But every morning when you see them smiling at you & walking towards you, the fuzzy feeling is back and the butterflies in your stomach return and your knees go weak once again. Once again, you can't help but to fall in love with them. The resolution to stop loving them fails epic-ally. And your heart takes control. That's love. Crazy, stupid, indescribable, senseless love.

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Just a musing

I believe that growing up is a parody. It’s a parody of our beliefs. It’s the parody of how we think, and it’s one of the single most cruel thing that happens to everybody, on a daily basis.” That’s what he thought when he was walking down the footpath.
There was a time, when reasons held deeper meanings. When, he knew what everything meant. When he was 8, the thing that scared him, was the darkness. After a while, it was silence. Time has a funny way of making itself felt. What he feared, turned into what he hated, and then it became the familiar commuter- The one who annoys you so much, that you start admiring him.
20 years later, there are things that scare him. He often pondered, what really scares him now. Was he really scared? Were there any reasons to be scared? Reasons, for now, have lost their meanings. Maybe, it’s the fact that I have nothing, that scares me. Emptiness is terrifying, because it nudges us to find something within. When you have no one around, you look inside to find something that would make you feel something. For him, that was scarier.
Somewhere along the way, he had lost the desire to fill himself. Was it the reason why he considered himself sadder than the most melancholic person in the world? Talking about ways, the way back to ‘home’ was extremely scary for him.
With each batch of passing crowd, he felt envy engraved on him, with sharper chisels. More often than not, there would be this guy with a phone, to which he spoke with an eye-twinkling smile. There would be this woman, warning her toddler, not to stamp its feet in the puddle and then there would be the sharpest jab, from the couple, who held hands in the shape of a heart.
He would re-position the the strap of his bag, hoping that it would make him comfortable. The weight of the work was always comforting. “At least, I have got something to when I am home”. He would avert his eyes, pretending to look at his shiny boots. The faces were all different, but they all reminded him of the same thing.
Sometimes, when you are doing simple things around the house, maybe you’ll think of me and smile,"  he thought. It had once inspired him, to find someone who would smile for him. He realized, not very soon, that thing’s tearfully difficult. It still is!!!