I am born; I’ll die – I am not immortal. The ultimatum is
death and what I want to do in between is only a greater consequence. I was born out of love and I am taught that
love is the only thing that is eternal. When
I said “I love you” to people; I could speck different reactions; some faces
went blank, some readily accepted and some had the Acceptance in denial” way of
acceptance some uprightly rejected you but spoke about it to their friends and their
dear ones.
There are some peculiar
things about Love that has till now left me mesmerized; things that I am unable to contemplate or comprehend about even after trying it for a zillion times - people
thanking-you for your love, people trying to explain their limitations for not reciprocating
it, trying to make us understand what they feel about us, trying to explain
their situation back at home about relationships, trying to estrange you by calling
you, “You are incomparable, You are too special to be loved like a normal
girl-or a boy-friend” you deserve someone really best, trying to term you as a
role-model or even sometimes, Oh no! I have never had such thoughts about you;
the funniest of all I have encountered is about people bragging on how others
go gaga over them and how they are turned-down upright. Well, has anyone of us sat
back and thought, “LOVE”, who are you?
Most of the times you tell people that you love them, they
immediately jump into a conclusion that they have been asked to get into a
relationship, is that what Love really is meant to be?
After a very long time I had met this friend of mine;
undoubtedly he was a man any girl would dream to be with. I knew him since my
school-days and I guess taking the liberty of telling him that I liked him was
not a great deal, it was a light-heart statement I made and the repercussions
later were unanticipated. Things went intangible; I was in dilemma if he really
understood what I meant or most of the times I wondered if I made a terrible
mistake of expressing my thoughts to him. Every time I tried explaining thing, it always
took different digression. He promised things that were meant to be broken, he
made me wait and laughed when I fumed; I did it all because I connected with
him emotionally and loved him whole-heartedly. Never did I ask him to go out
with me nor had I the intentions of being romantic with him, my intentions were
pure and I believed that opportunity comes once and I did not want it to go
empty-handed. I was not interested to know justifications or did I ask him to devote
his time for me, all I wanted was not being judged and ignored, a friend who
would stay besides me like he always said but everything fails is what I realized
after I got to meet him. Love was in the
air and the fragrance it gave out was the most pleasant, drew all my energy and
passion towards it and left me with just the bitterness of ignorance and humiliation.
Love needs to be celebrated, rejoiced, it comes from
different people from different places at unexpected times, all you need to realize
is that it is as precious as your existence; you are just here to spread it without any excuses being made.
Small things in life make a significant impact;
so is Love. Spread it, feel it, rejoice it. It is boundless, unconditional,
effortless and the loveliest. Love is Immortal and not us.
