It is one of the most difficult questions to the mankind. Centuries have passed by, relationships have bloomed but no one has been able to give a proper definition for love.
Love is patient and kind.
Love has no envy.
Love is the truth seeker.
Love protects and preserves.
Love is our dream of affection coming true.
<#> An elderly woman carrying 2 school bags and 2 lunch bags with just her head covered with a plastic cover. Following her go two kids under an enormous umbrella…
<#> A cutely dressed young girl standing in midst of a road drowned in muddy water. A brand new car passes by her very slowly…
<#> A two-wheeler moving in rain driven by a young chap. And sitting behind him is an elderly woman completely drenched too. Her duppatta held above the guy’s head…
<#> A couple walking in rain under one umbrella, held by the male partner and the umbrella slightly tilted towards the girl side…
<#> A woman and a small boy standing in a roadside Teashop, both shivering in rain. The woman feeling the heat of the teacup before handing it over to the boy…
<#> A girl and guy standing under a tree trying to protect themselves from the rain. The girl drying off the guy and adding warmth to him with her rubbed hands…
<#> A guy walking on the road completely drenched in rain. Inside his pocket is a mobile fully wrapped in plastic cover…
It has no reason or season
It has no vision or mission
It is everywhere..
And is in every form
It is around us..
And it is within us
It has made us..
And will mould us
No matter how it is defined, Love is the eternal truth..!
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Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Awesome Proposal
So I decided that I'd ask her to marry me.
Or ask her if she would marry me.
Or say that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
Or tell her I loved her, and that I wanted her to be with me forever.
Or give her a ring -- a big, huge diamond ring.
Or just get down on my knees and let my eyes say it all.
Well, I had reached a decision. What exactly I was going to do about it, I didn't know -- at least not yet.
It's now exactly three year since the first time I had started talking with her-- an anniversary of sorts. I remembered, because that first time was Christmas.
And tomorrow it's Christmas again, the third time. And we had become intimate close friends.
And I had fallen in love.. with her..
And since I am a simple-minded sort of guy, I have decided I want to marry her.
But How to tell her, though, was a bit of a problem.
There were so many ways to do it and choosing the right one wasn't easy. And I had no idea how she'd react.
Would she think I was moving fast?
Was it too early to suggest marriage?
Was she even interested in me in that way?
Surely, the best way to find out was to tell her how I felt, and ask her if she felt the same.
And if she did, then we could get married. Right?
These thoughts had been in my head from the moment I had woken up that morning. And I'd only been awake a few minutes. As I finished brushing my teeth, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi!" It was her.
The sound of her cheery voice took my breath away. "Hi!" I replied, almost whispering.
"Listen," she said, sounding very excited. "I'm having a party at home tonight. Be there at eight."
"Sure," I replied.
"Ok, bye!" And she put the phone down.
I stood there for almost a minute, staring at the phone in my hand. And then I stupidly said "Bye" to it.
I would have to reach the party early, to tell her in private. Or should I say it right there in front of all the guests? Or after the party, when we were cleaning up after everyone was gone?
And what was I going to get her? Should I get her anything at all? How about flowers? Roses? Or was that too clichéd?
Orchids sounded better.
Or bluebells.
Or tulips.
Or cauliflower.
I checked my thoughts. No. Not cauliflower.
It's Christmas. A gift was definitely in order.
I could get her that moonstone pendant she liked so much.
But then it was a little flimsy as a gift.
It was really a toy more than a piece of jewellery.
But did it matter if she really liked it?
Should I get her a book instead?
Or a CD?
Or an earring?
Or should I make her something?
I thought about my artistic skills and decided that that was probably not a good idea.
I spent so much time looking for a suitable gift all day that by the time I decided that flowers would be a better option, all the florists had closed. And it was also too late to try to get to her house early and catch her alone.
So I decided I'd tell her after the party when everyone was gone. And that I wouldn't get her anything -- more because I couldn't, than anything else.
Feeling like a fool, and extremely nervous, I reached her doorstep. I was on time, but there didn't seem to be any noise coming from inside. Maybe no one had turned up yet. After all, who came to a party on time?
I stood there and composed myself for a minute.
Then, reasonably confident that the turmoil I was going through wouldn't show, I knocked.
She opened the door, but only a fraction.
She slid out without opening the door completely, handed me a piece of cloth, and told me to tie it around my eyes. "We're playing Blind Man's Buff," she said.
Meekly, I put the blindfold on, and she led me into the house. There was silence, and no one was making a sound. Quite sneaky of everyone, I thought to myself.
She spun me around a little, and then made me stop.
She backed away, and then said from somewhere behind me, "Ok, you can take it off now."
Though a little confused as to what version of Blind Man's Buff was played after taking the blindfold off, I complied.
And as soon as I opened my eyes, I froze.
I was standing in the middle of her empty living room, and the lights had all been turned off.
But the room was brightly lit with dozens of candles.
And on the wall in front of me, was a big poster with the following words on it:
Three years ago, this day we met.
There was an arrow pointing to the right, beside the poster.
So I turned. On the next wall were the words:
One year of friendship..
One year of friendship and joy..
One year of friendship and joy and intimacy..
Three full years.. between a girl and a boy..
One year of care..
One year of care and comfort..
One year of care and comfort and closeness..
Three full years.. between a girl and a boy..
On the third wall, was:
One year of love and more fear..
One year of more love and more fear..
One year of.. just more love..
Three years or Six,
a lifetime it seems,
And yet, it feels just like yesterday..
But I have waited long enough to tell you..
I turned to look at the fourth wall, and there, standing in front of
it, was she, holding up a poster in her hands that said:
I want to be this happy forever.. Will You Marry Me?
Or ask her if she would marry me.
Or say that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
Or tell her I loved her, and that I wanted her to be with me forever.
Or give her a ring -- a big, huge diamond ring.
Or just get down on my knees and let my eyes say it all.
Well, I had reached a decision. What exactly I was going to do about it, I didn't know -- at least not yet.
It's now exactly three year since the first time I had started talking with her-- an anniversary of sorts. I remembered, because that first time was Christmas.
And tomorrow it's Christmas again, the third time. And we had become intimate close friends.
And I had fallen in love.. with her..
And since I am a simple-minded sort of guy, I have decided I want to marry her.
But How to tell her, though, was a bit of a problem.
There were so many ways to do it and choosing the right one wasn't easy. And I had no idea how she'd react.
Would she think I was moving fast?
Was it too early to suggest marriage?
Was she even interested in me in that way?
Surely, the best way to find out was to tell her how I felt, and ask her if she felt the same.
And if she did, then we could get married. Right?
These thoughts had been in my head from the moment I had woken up that morning. And I'd only been awake a few minutes. As I finished brushing my teeth, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi!" It was her.
The sound of her cheery voice took my breath away. "Hi!" I replied, almost whispering.
"Listen," she said, sounding very excited. "I'm having a party at home tonight. Be there at eight."
"Sure," I replied.
"Ok, bye!" And she put the phone down.
I stood there for almost a minute, staring at the phone in my hand. And then I stupidly said "Bye" to it.
I would have to reach the party early, to tell her in private. Or should I say it right there in front of all the guests? Or after the party, when we were cleaning up after everyone was gone?
And what was I going to get her? Should I get her anything at all? How about flowers? Roses? Or was that too clichéd?
Orchids sounded better.
Or bluebells.
Or tulips.
Or cauliflower.
I checked my thoughts. No. Not cauliflower.
It's Christmas. A gift was definitely in order.
I could get her that moonstone pendant she liked so much.
But then it was a little flimsy as a gift.
It was really a toy more than a piece of jewellery.
But did it matter if she really liked it?
Should I get her a book instead?
Or a CD?
Or an earring?
Or should I make her something?
I thought about my artistic skills and decided that that was probably not a good idea.
I spent so much time looking for a suitable gift all day that by the time I decided that flowers would be a better option, all the florists had closed. And it was also too late to try to get to her house early and catch her alone.
So I decided I'd tell her after the party when everyone was gone. And that I wouldn't get her anything -- more because I couldn't, than anything else.
Feeling like a fool, and extremely nervous, I reached her doorstep. I was on time, but there didn't seem to be any noise coming from inside. Maybe no one had turned up yet. After all, who came to a party on time?
I stood there and composed myself for a minute.
Then, reasonably confident that the turmoil I was going through wouldn't show, I knocked.
She opened the door, but only a fraction.
She slid out without opening the door completely, handed me a piece of cloth, and told me to tie it around my eyes. "We're playing Blind Man's Buff," she said.
Meekly, I put the blindfold on, and she led me into the house. There was silence, and no one was making a sound. Quite sneaky of everyone, I thought to myself.
She spun me around a little, and then made me stop.
She backed away, and then said from somewhere behind me, "Ok, you can take it off now."
Though a little confused as to what version of Blind Man's Buff was played after taking the blindfold off, I complied.
And as soon as I opened my eyes, I froze.
I was standing in the middle of her empty living room, and the lights had all been turned off.
But the room was brightly lit with dozens of candles.
And on the wall in front of me, was a big poster with the following words on it:
Three years ago, this day we met.
There was an arrow pointing to the right, beside the poster.
So I turned. On the next wall were the words:
One year of friendship..
One year of friendship and joy..
One year of friendship and joy and intimacy..
Three full years.. between a girl and a boy..
One year of care..
One year of care and comfort..
One year of care and comfort and closeness..
Three full years.. between a girl and a boy..
On the third wall, was:
One year of love and more fear..
One year of more love and more fear..
One year of.. just more love..
Three years or Six,
a lifetime it seems,
And yet, it feels just like yesterday..
But I have waited long enough to tell you..
I turned to look at the fourth wall, and there, standing in front of
it, was she, holding up a poster in her hands that said:
I want to be this happy forever.. Will You Marry Me?
Friday, July 29, 2011
Confession
A Sunday afternoon… The clock read 2:40 pm and was still ticking…
‘My mom will have to start in another five minutes’.
I calculated the time I had to open up. I had to choose from either of the options: ‘Tell or Postpone’.
“What happened??” My mom’s voice got me back to the present.
“…” I swallowed a lump.
“You wanted to say something. Come on… go ahead.”
‘My mom looked too curious. May be she wouldn’t even speak to me after she hears me talk it out. Her eyes, which look so peaceful, would be filled with tears. Or she might never talk to me… Or she might even slap me… She might not even want me to stay at home… I might lose her once for all…’
“I have to get ready. It’s getting late.” She sounded a bit irritated.
‘She might become completely frustrated with me after I tell her. She might lose all the considerations that she has for me. She might hate me forever…’
“Come on speak up.” Her voice projected the pressure that was building in her.
‘Should I open up and spoil her mood?
Will I get a chance again like this time?
Can I afford to wait for another chance like this?
Should I speak up?’
I looked into my mom’s eyes. My eyes filled with tears.
I felt sorry for her. I felt guilty for going to hurt her so much. But I would never get a chance like this again in the near future… or may be even in my lifetime…
“Mom…” I swallowed a lump again.
Words stuck to my throat. My lips dried off and my body chilled.
“Yeah…” She sounded more irritated.
“Mom… I couldn’t help. I am sorry”. My voice broke. Tears rolled down.
“What are you talking about? You are scaring me.” She sounded worried.
I held her hands between mine; looked at her...
took a deep breath &spoke out…
“I am in love…”
‘My mom will have to start in another five minutes’.
I calculated the time I had to open up. I had to choose from either of the options: ‘Tell or Postpone’.
“What happened??” My mom’s voice got me back to the present.
“…” I swallowed a lump.
“You wanted to say something. Come on… go ahead.”
‘My mom looked too curious. May be she wouldn’t even speak to me after she hears me talk it out. Her eyes, which look so peaceful, would be filled with tears. Or she might never talk to me… Or she might even slap me… She might not even want me to stay at home… I might lose her once for all…’
“I have to get ready. It’s getting late.” She sounded a bit irritated.
‘She might become completely frustrated with me after I tell her. She might lose all the considerations that she has for me. She might hate me forever…’
“Come on speak up.” Her voice projected the pressure that was building in her.
‘Should I open up and spoil her mood?
Will I get a chance again like this time?
Can I afford to wait for another chance like this?
Should I speak up?’
I looked into my mom’s eyes. My eyes filled with tears.
I felt sorry for her. I felt guilty for going to hurt her so much. But I would never get a chance like this again in the near future… or may be even in my lifetime…
“Mom…” I swallowed a lump again.
Words stuck to my throat. My lips dried off and my body chilled.
“Yeah…” She sounded more irritated.
“Mom… I couldn’t help. I am sorry”. My voice broke. Tears rolled down.
“What are you talking about? You are scaring me.” She sounded worried.
I held her hands between mine; looked at her...
took a deep breath &spoke out…
“I am in love…”
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Beautiful Love @ the Beach
In front of my eyes was the marina beach – one of the longest beaches in the world.
I removed my floaters and socks so that, the walk on the sand would be easy. I took my sandals in my hand and started walking towards the water. It had been a long time since I had visited the beach. Though a resident of Chennai, I had not been here for more than a few years time.
I looked around and saw many umbrellas adding colour to the shore. As I walked towards the water, the chillness of the air increased with the sound of the waves. As I was scared of water, I seated myself close to the water from where the look of the ocean was clear and... Amazing.
I saw ships close to the line of horizon, flights on the air, clear blue sky, horses on the drive, kids in water, kites on the fly, roaring waves, cool breeze, wet sand and... my mind relaxed. It was indeed a great pastime for a person like me who was completely stressed up.
Just then, two people walked next to me - A guy and a girl. They looked very young, must be only in their early twenties. The girl looked more interested in getting into the water than the guy. The guy rolled up his pant sleeves, left their bag and sandals on the shore and they ran towards the water.
The guy stood at a point and asked the girl to stand with him. The girl’s face darkened in disappointment. Immediately then, the guy said something her face brightened. They walked a few steps forward with hands held. They stood there for a few minutes. The girl looked dull as the waves weren’t even till her anklets. She kept pulling the guy to go farther in but the guy stood at the point. He held her hand tight and compelled her to stay there.
Just then, there was a wave and they were drenched till their knees. The girl pleaded with her eyes to let her deeper into the water. The guy, not convinced about her safety, walked with her a few more steps into the water. Then one other wave and they were drenched till their hip. The guy looked completely irritated about the fact that he was drenched so much and looked at the girl. Just after seeing her, his anger was washed away by the girl’s bright smile. They stood in water for about twenty minutes – talking, holding hands, smiling at each other, playing in water, commenting, enjoying the evening scenic view of the beach. Just then there was another massive wave. The girl lost grip and was about to fall. The guy tightened his grip she escaped a seawater bath. She ended up drenching her tops completely. The guy told the girl something with a bit of temper and the girl complied by acknowledging.
They walked back to the shore, took their belongings and sat on a boat that was close by. They guy tried to roll down his pant sleeves which was wet and heavy. The girl helped him and suggested him options to wipe the sand off his pants. The guy gave his hand-kerchief to the girl, directed her to wipe off the sand stuck to her dress. Once they had dried themselves partially, they sat and spoke for some more time. The girl pointed to something up in the sky and the guy’s face brightened. I looked up wondering what it was – The moon was shining in golden colour.
They held their hands and walked away. I stood there looking at them till they were lost in the dark.
I removed my floaters and socks so that, the walk on the sand would be easy. I took my sandals in my hand and started walking towards the water. It had been a long time since I had visited the beach. Though a resident of Chennai, I had not been here for more than a few years time.
I looked around and saw many umbrellas adding colour to the shore. As I walked towards the water, the chillness of the air increased with the sound of the waves. As I was scared of water, I seated myself close to the water from where the look of the ocean was clear and... Amazing.
I saw ships close to the line of horizon, flights on the air, clear blue sky, horses on the drive, kids in water, kites on the fly, roaring waves, cool breeze, wet sand and... my mind relaxed. It was indeed a great pastime for a person like me who was completely stressed up.
Just then, two people walked next to me - A guy and a girl. They looked very young, must be only in their early twenties. The girl looked more interested in getting into the water than the guy. The guy rolled up his pant sleeves, left their bag and sandals on the shore and they ran towards the water.
The guy stood at a point and asked the girl to stand with him. The girl’s face darkened in disappointment. Immediately then, the guy said something her face brightened. They walked a few steps forward with hands held. They stood there for a few minutes. The girl looked dull as the waves weren’t even till her anklets. She kept pulling the guy to go farther in but the guy stood at the point. He held her hand tight and compelled her to stay there.
Just then, there was a wave and they were drenched till their knees. The girl pleaded with her eyes to let her deeper into the water. The guy, not convinced about her safety, walked with her a few more steps into the water. Then one other wave and they were drenched till their hip. The guy looked completely irritated about the fact that he was drenched so much and looked at the girl. Just after seeing her, his anger was washed away by the girl’s bright smile. They stood in water for about twenty minutes – talking, holding hands, smiling at each other, playing in water, commenting, enjoying the evening scenic view of the beach. Just then there was another massive wave. The girl lost grip and was about to fall. The guy tightened his grip she escaped a seawater bath. She ended up drenching her tops completely. The guy told the girl something with a bit of temper and the girl complied by acknowledging.
They walked back to the shore, took their belongings and sat on a boat that was close by. They guy tried to roll down his pant sleeves which was wet and heavy. The girl helped him and suggested him options to wipe the sand off his pants. The guy gave his hand-kerchief to the girl, directed her to wipe off the sand stuck to her dress. Once they had dried themselves partially, they sat and spoke for some more time. The girl pointed to something up in the sky and the guy’s face brightened. I looked up wondering what it was – The moon was shining in golden colour.
They held their hands and walked away. I stood there looking at them till they were lost in the dark.
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