A facebook friend inboxed me, one fine day, asking me "What love is to you". My,my. That is an awfully difficult question, considering nobody knows the answer anyway, not even me. I'm past 4o heading gracefully towards the peri-menopausal age, and frankly, I still do not know what love is to me. But, nevertheless, I'll give it my best shot.
What love is to me:
1. It's when you start acting silly, and try hard to impress. (sometimes too hard and that could prove catastrophic!!)
2. It's when your tummy starts to rumble and churn before you go out on a date with him, and no amount of anti diarrhea drugs can simmer it down.
3. It's when you're there, but you're not. It's like your heart stopped beating and your lungs just decided to follow the protest, the first time you see him in that different way.
4. It's when you hurt for silly matters like him forgetting your birthday, which coincidentally, when you hit above say 35, you try your best not to remember it yourself.
5. It's when you smile like an idiot, eyes gazing far beyond your colleages in a meeting discussing "how did this patient died".
6. It's when you start to bother about how you look. Now, that's one thing I don't miss and I definitely do not miss shaving before going out on a date.
7. It's when you hear birds serenading songs of love.
8. It's when you start listening to heavy metal again, just because he does.
9. It's when you look into his eyes and everything else does not matter
10. It's when you know you're in deep deep deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep trouble...
There's more, but I'll just stop here.
Conclusion; love is just love - undefined, innocent, maddening, frustrating at times, can get you higher than any intoxicating substance can, can get you lower than low, can make you cry even more than a dead elephant in "Hati mere sathi" can, can make you laugh until you cry.
Honestly, I do know what love is to me, but somehow, I've just forgotten the feeling.
Hope that answered your question my dear Nia...
(The luuuuuuuuuuuurrve talk ends here)
Well, I feel young, does that count?
Sunday, August 30, 2009
What is love to me....
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6 comments:
Errrkk...you've forgotten the feeling??? For real???
Hubby died 9 years ago, so yes, forgotten how it felt like to be in love....
Oh, and Nia, before you start match making, please don't ...I'm off men :)
hahaha! Okke...Okke :P
And it takes no time to fall in love
But it takes you years to know what love is
It takes some fears to make you trust
It takes those tears to make it rust
It takes the dust to have it polished
Life is wonderful.
And I love Jason Mraz too :)
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