LOVE

'Love', quite an unusual word to hear from me isn't it? And yes, I am talking about the usual assumed love between a guy and a gal, not the one between siblings or the parental one or the 'I love butter chicken' one.

Someone had once said, "Love is an emotion, it can only be felt. Lucky are those who can feel it for each other". I love these words and also... (lets leave it)

Now coming back to the person who I am, I pretty strongly feel that love is a very funny emotion. It in fact culminates all other emotions together and allows you either enjoy them all or suffer them all. When you are in love, every single, small and otherwise meaningless action has a profound reaction. Here Newton's third law doesn't exist. But another law of love exists where every action (small or big) has a huge reaction.

Imagine or recollect an instance (depending on your experience) and you will be amazed at how could anyone feel such strong emotions on such small silly things. (I know you won't find them silly if you are in love now.) For example, lets say, today I had an argument with her, rest of the time goes off in thinking who was wrong and how can I make up for that, or I wouldn't call her today to wish good night or tomorrow in the morning. I feel bad. I feel sad. I feel helpless. I feel as if the world has ended. I feel that what will I do now. I feel what would happen if she is not in my life anymore. I feel like talking but do not know who to talk to except her. I feel what wrong I have done. I feel what can I do to make it right. I feel, I feel, I feel and I just keep on thinking and I see nightmares in daylight...

Or else, let’s say, if I had a nice time talking to her. Rest of the time goes in thinking how interesting life is. I feel great. I feel happy. I feel there could be nothing better in life. I feel that she said this, which means she wanted to say this and that and that. I start building castles in air. I look forward to our next meeting when I will say this or do this. I am truly amused (at least now) when I see someone spending at least 4-5 hrs with his love and then come back home to sleep and then again spend 1-2 hrs talking on phone before sleeping. It’s as if there was something missed in those 4-5 hrs together and had to be completed before sleeping.

And unfortunately, if the relation breaks, it’s impossible to imagine her with someone else other than me. I mean how could she... I mean how can she be with someone else other than me...

Really love is a funny emotion, a funny but precious emotion. On second thoughts I think I should have named this post as 'Autopsy of Love', what do you say... ;)