Falling in love is no ordinary state, stage of life. Because when you do, when you fall for someone, no days will pass the same way and every day becomes a true blessing with grace and kindness, and humility and prosperity and contentment and wholeness.
Without a doubt, this breathtaking adventure of heart(s) we call love — gifts us the best and the happiest days of our whole life.
For True Love is a Termless Friendship, a Firework of God's Elysium.
Having said that, falling in love with 5 things, in particular, is very important.
These in no particular orders are as follow:
One family (the loved ones considered).
“Love your family. Spend time, be kind & serve one another. Make no room for regrets. Tomorrow is not promised & today is short.” ~ Ano.
Two yourself.
“Accept yourself, love yourself, and keep moving forward. If you want to fly, you have to give up what weighs you down.” ― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
“There are two kinds of sparks, the one that goes off with a hitch like a match, but it burns quickly. The other is the kind that needs time, but when the flame strikes… it’s eternal, don’t forget that.” ~ Ano.
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It came to me as a surprise when she arrived home today. We hugged as usual and exchanged greetings. This time, however, she started sobbing all of a sudden. And our hugs lasted a little longer than ordinary.
(Now, it’s not that I haven’t seen her blood-red eyes before but again).
Her tight grip was evident, heart beats louder, clearly palpable.
Baffled, bewildered I asked what happened?
She ruptured looking into my empty eyes with her eyes full,”Looking at you makes me want to cry ‘kancha’, you forgot about me didn’t you?”
I remember saying promptly (caressing her left hand warmly on that hot summer afternoon), ” I understand XXXX and you are absolutely right. But, I am fighting my own battle XXXX. Still, still I am so sorry, …… but then what really happened, why are you crying? I stressed.”
We both went to the other room which was preferably peaceful and quiet.
And I just listened to her.
I listened as I watched her rub tears off of her eyes a hundred times over as she spilled her circumstances.
I continued to listen intently without a word except for few nods.
And finally, after minutes and hour of pouring revelations, I noticed her take deep breaths of relief.
Her eyes tinkering once again, more alive now. Soul — dirt washed, satisfied despite the exhausted and exasperated tone of her voice.
In the end, we ended up laughing over our childhood mess; an intended sweet distraction.
In the end, I reckon she was looking for a friend, her shield, the ever missed comfort. Love.
So, to all the beautiful people, girls, women, boys, and men who’ve made me a small part of your big, gigantic heart. This song is for you.
To you beautiful friends, women and men, my mother, father, beloved twin brother and my only sister, to all who have shared their pain, sorrows, happiness and tears with me. This is to you!
Hard to take in — the tangible weeping sadness in her sturdy, cracking voice.
I see her eyes look exhausted as tears continue to drip from them like the melancholic, slow and painful rain. Unseasoned.
I didn’t impede despite imminent explosion for she wanted to speak this time and I needed to hear.
Her yelling paper red face, grieve stricken brow, those freezing arms, trembling lips; I needed to hug her, tell her how much I love her, tell her I am always,.. always here for her.
And in the end, she broke down with all her heart, “I miss family…Imiss home ...”
Ever so often, she disappears into the woods in search of the crowd; them who for real would just listen to her tales; ones who would fondly, most sincerely and genuinely appreciate her companionship. The ones who spits over judgments.
She asks no bits of advice from you. Not a word, no suggestion, compliments, recommendations or sorts.
All she wants is your pure existence for her and only her.
She’s in search for the one — one who will always value her, the one who just gets the picture. One who brings about the best in her, one who is intelligent enough to let her be, let her grieve and grieve with her if need be. That special one who would turn up anywhere, anytime without a question.
Yes, she’s is planning for a secret quest to find him, that one prince of her only kingdom, the only one who’d forever hold her hands, touch her deepest self, set her soul on fire and kisses her the whole.
Yes, she searches for someone who truly is brave enough to promise to be there for her today, tomorrow and ever.
I see you have problems with my current relationship status, ending up as single? And how convenient for you to make this a joke on me, and on the face.
Frankly, and most sincerely, this is not the first time and ain’t the only subject you mouth crapp-ed.
First thing first, my life or no one else’s is any of your business (Emphasis added).
Sadly, our schools and colleges don’t teach stuff like ‘How To Talk. Behave.’ but character tells.
Anyway, I’d like to talk about you a bit — YOUR WAY!
Here’s to you as asked; my resume.
True, I am happily single. Are you?
True, I have dated amazing and beautiful girls, you can only wish for — at least this life.
True, I have tested my fears picking up on girls only you wish you hadballazacks to even dream doing.
And for your record, this doesn’t mean I play with feelings. I don’t. Instead, I have held their many secrets, their extraordinary stories in these arms, dearly, caringly — all tucked inside my memory bottle, scintillating, kindled and locked forever.
Likewise, in need, I have been lucky to be able to give them a man’s shoulders to grieve upon. In need, I have been lucky to be able to share some warm-welcoming wit; support them in lightning up their world a little. Permission asked! Have you?
Unlike you, I don’t moan, I do not rant about being single. But Oh boy, you had me here.
Unlike you, I do not propose every beautiful girl around or over the internet.
Unlike you, I don’t build a castle in the air. I work.
And above all, above all … I don’t cheap talk about girls like you do, you vulture.
[Part 2]
Yes, most certainly, I was a loser, once the heartbroken banana. Sure, I had long forgotten those abominable things of the past, but you dug it on me, didn’t you?
You pathetic wag who hides behind one or two quotes someone much much wiser than yourself bespoke. Sure, you speak big and know as much little as big BIG, you ignorant, self-obsessed, egocentric, Know-It-All lunatic.
To keep this feud short, all I’d say is — I have learned and measured my ways by experiencing things, by doing stuff. Not by wasting my time on trash talks like you did then … like you do even today!
And lastly, I hope you are reading this Mister. And look at yourself in the mirror and ask what you think I miss in me only to wish you had had on you, in you.
Again, one final request — Like I said, look yourself closely in the mirror ten-thousand and infinite time over, learn to weigh in your words before you speak anything, anything at all. For take, this — Plato once pointed out, “Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.”
You see, I do not take pride in what I wrote here. It neither defines the whole who I am, nor yourself. I am just pissed at your ignorance, your deafness, dumbness.
p.s. Here's a flying finger to you and your self-made life's philosophy, you twat!
p.p.s.Something's burning here. Anger. Apologies for slangs. Sorry but not sorry. Enjoy the song!
Tujhe Dekha To Yeh Jana Sanam – Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge (1995)
She loves him head over heels, she is just taking all the weight by herself.
For concealed feelings weigh earth, the ocean, the universe.
He loves her with all his heart. She’s in his dream, in his smile, his eyes, his secret dance too.
She is all over the place, she’s just not with him.
Loves need no words, it is the language of hearts, the eyes.
She’s miles away from him, He’s miles away from her.
But, Love knows no distance, it is why hearts beat.
Science says it takes a man 88 days to say ‘I love you’ while women take about 134 days for the same.
Science aside, they have fallen in love with each other for this life. They should be fine.
“If somebody says 'I love you' to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol holder requires? 'I love you, too'.” ― Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Wampeters, Foma and Granfalloons
