Love you hamesha?

Somehow I'm really in the mood of dedications, so this one is for a sweet couple in remote town of Anand, Gujrat whom I'm still to meet.

Love inevitably is associated with the words or phrases like "forever", "eternity" , "till my last breath", but a movie I recently watched (Orange - Telugu movie) really enforced my earlier perception.

I've heard a lot of girls and guys(girls more than guys) crib and nag that their guy/girl doesn't pay them the attention he/she used to... "Ab pehle jaisa nahi raha" or "Woh din hi alag the" is a very common phrase. But I think the whole beauty of love is the way in which it matures to become this really perfect selfless kind of emotion, which no language can really describe.

Stage 1:

When you first start liking a person, there is a flutter in your heart, you have butterflies in your stomach and every meeting and every date does something to you both physically and mentally. There is a tension, there is an anxiety and an innate instinct to impress and be impressed.

Stage 2:

It then moves on to a more bolder form, where you have reasonable belief that the other party is into you that you start seeking ways to express your emotions. More than the thrill of the physical intimacy, I think it's and act of surrender, one of complete and utter trust in the other person, where you are letting the other person into a space which no one has ever shared before(a girl's perspective).

Stage 3:

Then there is more stable state, where you know that you love each other and life together is or rather will be  "perfect".

This is where I think most people start wavering, questions like "Why doesn't he call me as much?" , "What happened to all the compliments I used to get?", "Why don't you spend more time with me?", "Have you taken me for granted?"

Finale:

Somewhere between you moving to a bolder form of love and realising that you need to try to impress him every time you meet him marriage happens.

(Stage2, Stage 3 and Finale are often intermixed - I'm just trying to generalise)

Love for me is when you can't recall the last time you said "I love you" but you know it in your bones how much you love the other person and vice-versa. Love is when you look at her/his eyes from across the hall and know what she/he is trying to tell you. Love is when you get that being busy does not mean that they don't love you anymore. Love is when a 60 year old husband picks a fight with his wife early in the morning just cause she isn't doing things his way, moments later the wife walks up to him to hands over his newspaper and coffee and the husband ends up doing things her way.

People miss the butterflies in their stomach and the anxiety that they had when they first met their partners and keep wishing they could feel it one more time. Personally I'm thankful it doesn't last long, else imagine being in a relationship for 2 years and still wondering if he/she likes you or not, imagine wondering if what you have been doing for 2 years has impressed the other person or not?

What is the point of discussing all this nonsense? Nothing actually, just wanna know.. What is LOVE for you? Leave a comment please.


PS:- I took the photo too. What say?

Picture Perfect

I know, I know it's been a really long time and 6 months is just not acceptable... I accept - I'm guilty of this crime, but I hope I will be pardoned after this post has been read.

Disclaimer:
All the lines, words and situations described in the below text are purely fictional. They bear no resemblance to any person living or dead. It’s written only for the purpose of entertainment and is to be taken in that spirit. Enjoy!


She is lying on her bed, cuddled in his arms… She can hear the rain droplets falling on the roof… The sound can be so soothing… It’s really cold today… she moves closer to him, his warm breath falls on her cheek and makes her blush like a newlywed bride. She looks outside the window; she sees green trees among clouds and fog. It’s very misty outside but she can still see (maybe because she has seen the same scenery many times), far off in the horizon, she can see the sun rise slowly… piercing through the clouds, illuminating her entire world. She decides to wake him up, cranes her neck and looks up at him… He looks peaceful, calm, blissfully sleeping without a care for the world. She couldn’t wake him up, it was too hard for her… the sight she was watching was too wonderful for her to disturb. The sun rays pierce through the window, into her room… He’s awake now… He looks at her, her eyes are closed but he’s not sure if she’s awake or asleep… she’s laying in his arms… his angel... How he thought this was never possible. But it happened and it was true. She was his own now.She was here with him, for now and forever… he can’t resist it any longer… he moves closer, gives her a soft kiss on her lips and whispers “Good morning , I love you sweetie” in her ears. She smiles… Oh my god her smile!! Wasn’t it the smile that had started it all? She doesn’t even open her eyes and returns his whispers with hers – “I love you too”. It was not a phrase they used very often in their relationship… It was given; it was an unsaid premise… They used the phrase judiciously… Somehow neither felt the need to say it again and again… It was picture perfect. Neither was willing to move, neither wanting to say anything… the silence, the falling of raindrops, the chill of the winter… It was a dream, which had come true. Suddenly there was a loud thud… a banging noise Bang! Bang! Bang! She opened her eyes, it was not cold anymore, she rushed to the door – there was no one at the door, she turned back to look at him. He wasn’t there, she came closer, moved the blanket around, where had he gone? He was right here… She moved the pillows, removed the sheets, looked under the bed, as though he had hid himself from her… But no, he wasn’t there, maybe he never was, she couldn’t make it out. Was it a dream? How could a dream be so real? It couldn’t be a dream, his breath on her cheeks, the warmth, the happiness she felt, the joy, all of it was real, then how could it be a dream. Something had happened, but she couldn’t make it out. Reality called upon her, she looked at the watch, it was time to go to office. Hastily she spread the sheets back on her bed, set the pillows right and rushed into the bathroom. The only question that lingered in her head was - Was it really a dream? How could it be a dream? Where did he go? Will he come back again? Will she ever feel the way she felt when in his arms?

NOTE:

The idea of this post that I wanted to see if everyone could associate with the scene that I had set up. Could all of you relate to that kind of happiness? When you read it, were you transported to that location, did all of you imagine yourself in that bed? Let me know. Leave a comment.