Ehmmmm , now where do i begin this one ..................... i just cant clobber my head enough to come up with the necessary words that describe what happens when you do fall in love with someone..
Well let us take the best given examples that daily ridicule the entire concept of " LOVE "
The Hindi movies ............... pyar hua ikrar hua hai, pyar se phir kyun darta hai dil...love happened confession happened yet why is the heart scared about love... this is the layman s language for putting it. Dumb and totally illogical.. infact human affections can be best described by real life ...and not drama!!
To define love aesthetically is probably equal to saying that you just saw god... it is not possible and the ones who try coming close to it are probably bluffing, it ss something which gives you everything and yet you may not know of it....you will feel the feel that otherwise you wont feel....
till yesterday you were braving this world all alone but today you have your shadow fighting for you.
if the love is mutual that is ...
it bolsters your spirit and mind...gives you an extra sense of comfort that there is some one to stand up when you have none, after a very hectic day of work and constant battle with the outside world ... if you are totally down and out , love works out wonders .. it just like a magic portion that can make you forget that such problems can even stop you in the course of your life. when you have found your companion , you know that there is a new reason to live, new reason to push yourself no matter what....even when all odds are against you, its just like a shining beacon of hope and happiness that you so dearly preserve in your heart, its just like a million positive metaphors and similes that you use everyday.
Everyday morning you wake up and the first thing you see is a happy photograph of your loved one, smiling at you and asking you to get up and face this beautiful day as it is..
life becomes more colorful, more divine , more serene, more meaningful..... its like the smallest of smallest things makes you smile, makes you happy, makes you realize that this cruel world that we are living in isn so bad after all.
The innocence of a child and a mind of a saint ... you cant think wrong, you cant think bad, you cant thinking of hurting anyone. you just think and only think .... think about your him/her.
Those joyful memories swoop in on you like a million channels and one remote control..
you sit down and enjoy..........
You remember each and every thing , every detail like it just happened yesterday. perfect clarity so hard to believe that you even lived those moments.
The first time you met with her on her birthday,
the day you told her friends that you have feelings for her,
the day when you proposed to her over the phone because you were too scared to meet her and tell
, the day when you first said " I love you ",
the day you met with her and her friend because she was too scared to come alone.. when you dropped her at the bus stop and jumped into the same bus when it started moving ..and upon getting down ran behind the bus with such agility that at one point the relative velocity between you and the bus is zero
The first movie that you see with her alone, the time after the interval when you silently held her hand and closed your eyes hoping that you won be slapped, the movie tickets that you save in your pouch labeled with glitter,
the bus tickets you used to commute between your hostel and her...
the first time you ever went with her to a park
the first time you took her to a disque so jammed with ppl that its impossible to loose her contact or meet her again if you lost the contact
the first hug that she gave you when you slipped her those pair of earrings that she so longed for her fresher’s party
the first email that you sent to her emailid.
the first rose that you got her
the first time you stood for her waiting when she was the one who would always wait..
the first time you hugged her and smelt her hair that took you to the infinite dimension of joy
the countless nights you were dreaming about her even before falling asleep, the classes that you were thrown out for not paying attention to..
the first message she ever sent to you .... the one that you secretly store in your busted cell phone
the infinite mornings when you got up to see her message sayin " i love you and i swear i have gone crazy about you"
the whole lot of joyful auto rides where u silently snuggled up to her hoping that you could melt your soul with her.... the words of love and affection , the ones you thought you could never use the ones u spelt it down her ear..
the first ice cream that you had with her...whose plastic spoons you so secretly preserve with other items like coke bottles, plastic cups in which she ate pepper corn, the sheets of paper that she threw away after her work was done on it, the heel of her sandals, the pencil that you secretly stole from her house , the token coin for the gaming parlor where she hates to step in but you somehow managed to take her there. the tissue paper of the Chinese restaurant where you had once taken her too, the bills for the first cake that you shared, the piece of tomato that she removed from her chicken Mc-grill , the price tag to the first bracelet you got her, the first photograph ever of you and her together, the tickets to the first disque,the straws from the first juice, some unwanted piece of her clothing, the hand-kerchief she dropped one day accidentally, the strands of hair that were on your jacket when she first leaned on your shoulders, the red purse that your mom gave in which you saved enough cash so that on her next birthday you would throw a huge party and enough cash to celebrate your first anniversary and the platinum pendant that you had so secretly layed your eyes upon,the first and the only rose that she gave you,the greeting card that she had so selectively chosen but in a hurry could not write anything in it, the auto number in which u first went, the prepaid auto bills, the exact time and date of your vows that you shared with her in that memorable auto ride..
the first time you ever kissed her on her cheeks
the first time you got lost in the park
the first time you couldn help but grab her on every single occasion in a movie like the departed
the first time you ...........................
the bracelet, the dress , the greeting card...........The time you went on the national television , like ndtv on a valentines day boldly making a statement that yes i am in love :when you are in your parents territory and you forgot that you live in a colony overrun by kitty party and gossipy aunties.... Big mistake, the time when you screamed at your mom and asked her to " SHUT UP " when she made some stupid comments about her..
the day u .....
the accessory....
the first love letter and the necklace ..... that you still haven given her
the....................................................................................................
i know what you are thinking .. trust me i know that guy for whom it meant all this and more and for him love is nothing but a feeling that he best describes now.. by breathing and silently weeping in a corner when he remembers what it used to be like, what it used to be when she loved him, what it used to be like when he held her hand , when he held his Princess
... it is all priceless but still somewhere this too fell a little short of what could come to the actual defination of the feeling, the emotions , the strings of love...........
p.s:-may his heart rust in peace
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