“You know what? I’m in love. I’m feeling so good being in love. This feeling, God, It’s just so wow. Everything around seems so happy.” My friend said to me.
“Good. I’m really happy for you.” I said.
“He is just so awesome. He takes care of me so well, he understands me, he is sweet and most importantly he is mature. It’s a crazy feeling. I just can’t imagine my life without him.” She went on, ” when he hugs me I can feel that warmth. I feel that deep connection with him. You know, life seems simple, easy with him”.
Well, I knew she would not stop talking today, neither did I think of ending this conversation, especially when the topic of discussion is “LOUVE”. World’s best conversations can be done on this interesting debatable subject anywhere at any time, and if discussed among girls then don’t even expect their exchange of words of endless length, breadth and width to stop.
Well when she was busy while pouring out her sugary, creamy feeling about him and when her mind was busy with those blue’s and moons imaginations…
“What is love?” I asked.
“Holy crap!! Don’t tell me you don’t know” she said.
“Nope, I don’t know” I said hiding the fact that I had a reason behind raising this question.
“Well, love is great. It makes you feel complete. You just know that he is the only one. You feel as if your whole world starts and ends with him.”
“Alright, so he is the one you always wanted in your life?” I asked.
“Yea, definitely.. He is the one” she said giving me a hundred watt smile which could be constantly seen over her face since past fifteen minutes.
“Good. All the best!! May you always love your love” I said.
****time passed by, as it always do****
Well on my next meet with my friend which was almost after three months when she realized that she got her Mr. Right, I asked her “Hey, what’s up girl? Love is in the air?”
“Love is now in the flames!!” she said.
I was like, what?? What is she talking about?
“Excuse me. Why? What happened?” I asked
“Nothing, It’s just things changed when we started our relation. I soon found that he was not the one I imagined. He doesn’t love me the way he used to”
For a moment, I thought about the statement she made “he doesn’t love me the way he used to”. I was thinking that now there are also ways to love, and that too keeps on changing. Wow!! Good!! No doubt love is one of the most interesting topics.
She went on and now tears were just about to break “It was not love. And I’m sure he is not my Mr. Right.”
Love is gone?? Is it a kind of air, gas molecules that it evaporates after few months or years? Anyways, I had one more question to hit, the important one.
“Ok, now you know that it was not love. So could you now explain to me what is love?” I asked.
Readers, kindly check on this question. This question “What is love” was asked in two situations. One, when the girl fell in love and secondly, when she broke up with her Mr.Right which she thought was the one she was searching for.
“I don’t know” she said
I mean what the hell. Few months back, someone was ready to write an essay on what love is all about and today she is saying she don’t know “what is love?” well, I must say, very interesting.
“But few months back you were explaining me the detailed definition of love. What was that then?” I asked.
To this her reply was “I don’t know. What I know is that those feelings I shared with this guy was NOT love. And I’m sure of it now”
Readers, kindly pay attention to her answer. The girl just knew that she got mistaken up by the idea of love. And now she is sure. People confidently know that what love is NOT all about, but when asked what is love, then either they don’t know or else they have trillions definitions. Former one’s falls into the category who face breakups and later one’s are the ones who have just now stepped into the whole idea of the most interesting word – LOUVE.
In the end, I would like to say, hey guys and gals, ladies and gentlemen, keep accepting, breaking-up, claiming, searching, doubting, and not doubting your love even though you exactly don’t know “what is love?”
PS: Blogger has written this post noticing the current ideology people have these days regarding love(with respect to partners, couples). Blogger herself believes in love(but she doesn't belive in the current ideology) and knows that there are several lucky ones who are living this life experiencing the divinest, blissful and beautiful phenomenon called LOUVE J
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Saturday, October 23, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Remember, remember.......
The whimsy web is often webbed inside the depth of each mind. Not only inside one’s mind, instead, deep inside each heart and soul, few imaginations and wishes are always cherished. Each minute, each second, drip by drip these desires flow inside the vein. And we all confront their presence.
There comes a time, fortunate- blissful time, when with God’s grace we get a chance to confront them. This handshake with our sweet fantasies seems peaceful, joyful. Everything around now seems familiar. We can sense that something we always wished for now stands beside us.
A sparkle can be seen in the eyes, a zest, enthusiasm, determination can be felt inside one’s heart, mind and soul.
When everything seems perfect and one is busy cherishing the feeling that finally those few imaginations that he/she painted on his/her canvas of life are getting fulfilled, suddenly a jerk pops up and all the desires get sprain. They suddenly part away and one has to bid goodbye to them.
How it feels? Now imperfection is the only thing one sees. Now drip by drip, it’s only the sadness that grips and hijacks one’s happiness. Terrible. Isn’t it?
But hey my fellas, that’s the point you got to be strong. Its ok, bid your goodbye to your desires but that doesn’t mean that it’s the final one. Remember, you will always get back to them. As after all, it’s your imaginations only, your sweet fantasies that add colours to your thinking, your aims, your life….
Remember, remember,
Your dreams, your desires,
Remember, remember,
They never say final goodbye.
Fly, spread you wings,
See your zenith, reach beyond sky,
Cherish your freedom, trust your capability,
Don’t fear the failure on the behalf of your inability.
This transient goodbye is always permanent,
It always goes away from where it comes.
Awhile everything seems imperfect,
But next moment seems just too perfect.
Remember, remember,
To smile for your dreams,
Remember, remember,
Never forget to dream for your dreams.
Let whatever- howsoever tough situation comes your way, just don’t panic. For a while just leave it, as it doesn’t matter much, but what matters the most is that after that while, get back to your dreams, unleash them again and think of ways fulfilling them.
May all the sketches drawn on the canvas of life come alive…
Regards, aditi
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There comes a time, fortunate- blissful time, when with God’s grace we get a chance to confront them. This handshake with our sweet fantasies seems peaceful, joyful. Everything around now seems familiar. We can sense that something we always wished for now stands beside us.
A sparkle can be seen in the eyes, a zest, enthusiasm, determination can be felt inside one’s heart, mind and soul.
When everything seems perfect and one is busy cherishing the feeling that finally those few imaginations that he/she painted on his/her canvas of life are getting fulfilled, suddenly a jerk pops up and all the desires get sprain. They suddenly part away and one has to bid goodbye to them.
How it feels? Now imperfection is the only thing one sees. Now drip by drip, it’s only the sadness that grips and hijacks one’s happiness. Terrible. Isn’t it?
But hey my fellas, that’s the point you got to be strong. Its ok, bid your goodbye to your desires but that doesn’t mean that it’s the final one. Remember, you will always get back to them. As after all, it’s your imaginations only, your sweet fantasies that add colours to your thinking, your aims, your life….
Remember, remember,
Your dreams, your desires,
Remember, remember,
They never say final goodbye.
Fly, spread you wings,
See your zenith, reach beyond sky,
Cherish your freedom, trust your capability,
Don’t fear the failure on the behalf of your inability.
This transient goodbye is always permanent,
It always goes away from where it comes.
Awhile everything seems imperfect,
But next moment seems just too perfect.
Remember, remember,
To smile for your dreams,
Remember, remember,
Never forget to dream for your dreams.
Let whatever- howsoever tough situation comes your way, just don’t panic. For a while just leave it, as it doesn’t matter much, but what matters the most is that after that while, get back to your dreams, unleash them again and think of ways fulfilling them.
May all the sketches drawn on the canvas of life come alive…
Regards, aditi
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Friday, October 15, 2010
.Then She.
When her thoughts chased her mind,
Then she struggled to search her lost pen.
When her tired body made her fall asleep,
Then her dreaded dreams haunted her mind.
When her will to survive the pain made her love herself,
Then she got trapped inside the pain’s web.
When she got her one friend,
Then she got introduced back to her old parted friends.
When she lived,
Then each second was like dying thousand deaths.
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Then she struggled to search her lost pen.
When her tired body made her fall asleep,
Then her dreaded dreams haunted her mind.
When her will to survive the pain made her love herself,
Then she got trapped inside the pain’s web.
When she got her one friend,
Then she got introduced back to her old parted friends.
When she lived,
Then each second was like dying thousand deaths.
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Sunday, October 10, 2010
.when she.
When she left her words,
Her thoughts chased her mind.
When she decided not to even try to sleep,
Her tired body made her fall asleep.
When she felt that her emotions have died,
Her hidden sadness suddenly made her cry.
When she fought against herself,
Her will to survive the pain made her love herself.
When she felt she had no friends,
She got one.
When she felt she should die,
She lived.
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Saturday, October 9, 2010
The Trickling Tears....
Scared, afraid and crestfallen,
Silently steeping down the cheeks,
Out of the way we walk when eyes sleep,
We are the trickling tears, full of grief.
Though we play the game of hide and not seek,
That often questions our existence as anonymity,
So break this illusion webbed for our foundation,
And hold us, before we fall completely.
We never want anyone to shake hand with us,
As we live a life full of pain and sadness.
We plea for a hand to just vanish our dirty trace,
That we leave while walking on a sobbed face.
Just pay some pity on our struggling fate,
For a support we always wait.
Please don’t neglect our wounded soul that bleeds,
We are the trickling tears, full of grief.
copyright aditi kochhar
Silently steeping down the cheeks,
Out of the way we walk when eyes sleep,
We are the trickling tears, full of grief.
Though we play the game of hide and not seek,
That often questions our existence as anonymity,
So break this illusion webbed for our foundation,
And hold us, before we fall completely.
We never want anyone to shake hand with us,
As we live a life full of pain and sadness.
We plea for a hand to just vanish our dirty trace,
That we leave while walking on a sobbed face.
Just pay some pity on our struggling fate,
For a support we always wait.
Please don’t neglect our wounded soul that bleeds,
We are the trickling tears, full of grief.
copyright aditi kochhar
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