Thought of the day !!

People say I think a lot. And I cannot agree more. The one obvious and frequent thing I think most about is love. Since the days of my first year at University, love has intrigued me. It has always been fascinating for me. I had been observant and keen to get to the nitty gritties of one of the most versatile and devastating artifacts of human personality/psychology. At first, love was all about joy, all about stupid little things that made my heart jump, all about smiling for no reason at all, all about having daytime fantasies which lead to nowhere. It was more about dreams and impracticalities.
Well an year and a half went by and it changed its definition like any other stimulus invoking its own response on my life. It wasn’t about any of those things anymore. Then, it was about those sleepless nights, those long dark hours filled with nothing but a feeling of profound loneliness. I remember those days like yesterday. I had never felt so lonely before or after. I felt as if I will never have the courage to love ever again. I felt as if probably an apocalypse was on its rise. It had become more about illogical emptinesss.

I realize that the cruelest thing anybody can do to you is to drain the love inside of you. But life isn’t so cruel and after all we all are humans. It always teaches you new ways to love. With every passing day it teaches you more about what love really means, what it really expects out of you. But it can never teach you enough. And I guess nobody can ever learn enough about it. I was sad that I sought love and didn’t get it. But today I realize how little I knew about love then. Today I see love in so many different dimensions. I realize its more to an individual glory than communal harmony. My mom calls me up daily and talks almost about the same thing every day. Why does she do that? It’s because she loves me. Sometimes I get irritated and get a little ratty. But I realize she only does that because she loves me in a way that I can never understand. The least I can do is to appreciate that love. And I do. Could I ever have loved that girl more than my mom loves me? Not in a million years. The first thing a baby learns in this world is love, the love it shares with its mother. Whenever you feel sad, you talk to a friend, and that makes you feel better. Isn't friendship a kind of love too? Well the question does seem to answer itself.

When I think about these things, all that happened doesn’t seem like a big deal anymore. I realize that there is so much of love in the world around me, that I don’t really need to go looking for it anywhere. Love has it's own way of catching up with you. And as far as finding that special someone is concerned, well, I can wait.