The Thing Called Love

You always shrugged it off as an infatuation. But a part of you knew it can’t be. For the first time in your life you so often realize that there is a Heart just under that over-smart brain of yours. It pounds so hard you start wondering “what’s up?” with this small organ inside your body, which was obediently pumping blood since the last 20 years and you snubbed it since so long.

You try to dismiss this frivolous demeanor of the heart. It occurs often to remind you there is something wrong with yourself. You smile for no reason when you are certain about the subtlety that’s hanging in the air. It takes some time to understand the reason why the heart was acting “conspicuous”.

All of a sudden you find yourself helpless without that person, even when you had boasted about how brave and cool you have been. You feel the heart again the same way it felt yesterday but each time it seems heavier than before and the rest of the body lighter. Feelings have indeed their own weight. As a science student you are amused of your discovery. This is how it feels like when that person actually lives in your heart. It was this; the stupid Hindi songs were talking about! Couldn’t they be clearer?

You catch glimpses of her when you get an opportunity. The mind goes crazy. It doesn’t understand how to react to this problem of yours. It’s happy and depressed at the same time. The dreams of spending the life with her make you happy. And the same mind evaluates the chances of losing her. Her presence completes a part, you had been deprived of. The smile comforts your soul, which promises you everything is beautiful and you will never cry out another tear. Her words like the zephyr which caresses the leaves of a tree assuring that it will always be there for them; that there is no fear.

All that literature about love you denigrated every time you had a chance was true. With 385 words and still counting it is not possible to explain this thing called love. Every time I ask this question about “what is love?” there are no definitions ……. Only feelings! Feelings answer this billion dollar question.