Being in love.
That phase of life when the head feels light and the
heart heavy! When you don't seem to walk, you just glide. When you lose
your appetite for food because you have just gained appetite for someone's
sweetness. When you don't get a wink of sleep, but are perpetually dreamy.
Really?
Nonsense!
If you went on like this, you would end up famished,
woozy and ......in the hospital? Don't get me wrong. I am not against love. But
love happens with the eyes open, not in your dreams. Because if you think it
does, then you'd probably wake up to a shocking reality, whenever you do, that
is.
Love is, being there, when you need each other.
Love is, when you fight for each other and not against . Love is, when one person's
win does not mean the other person's loss. It is, when either you win together
or both lose together. Love is, when you feel free like a bird spreading its
wings in the vast azure sky and not like the one trapped in a cage forever.
When appearances don't matter as much as the beauty
inside. When you are sure you will hold on to each other no matter how
difficult the circumstances may be. When you know you will continue to respect
each other irrespective of whether you are looking in the same direction or the
opposite direction.
It is heartening to see couples hold hands and look
deep into each other's eyes,involved in a rather garish public display of their
affections. How much of all this is real, I wonder. How many would really
stand up to one another when time actually warranted it. Spending fortunes to
keep each other happy was one thing, and being happy because they were
fortunate to have one another was quite another. Only time could tell whether
they will continue doing so, when the hands don't remain or when the light of
the eyes flicker out. And then maybe we could say, they rose in love, not fell
in love.
Does such love exist? or is it an utopian thought? I
can tell you it does! A love that transcends life and death, pleasures and pain,
happiness and sorrow, the ups and downs. Let me walk you through them, so that
on a cold and lonely day when you begin to question love, they may inspire you
to carry on...... "a journey called love".
I call them my valentine couple. No,
they are not related to this day, not even remotely, and I doubt they know of
the existence of such a day. I remember them because they stand for what this
day is supposed to signify. Unending and unconditional love for each other.
