14 February 2014.
As Valentine’s Day dawned bright and clear, it brought with it the regular obligations. The cheesy love quotes, the status updates, the dinner dates and the rose bouquets. Crowds come spilling out on to the streets, hand-in-hand, making passers-by smile to themselves.
Such an infectious feeling, this light-hearted, fluttery emotion called Love. As a day specially dedicated to Love, each one goes overboard trying to prove the sincerity and intensity of love one has for the other. The usual controversy strikes up, what happens on the remaining days of the year?
Does Love in its technical meaning, end at midnight? Does it wilt like the roses exchanged in the day? Or does it linger in the form of small gifts lying across the household…some secretly cherished, others fondly flaunted?
The day is associated with lovers, and yet love encompasses all. Friends and family, strangers and lovers…and yet I wonder in how many houses, the peace was shattered tonight? The love was lost? The significance of the day simply forgotten?
But then I stopped my mind from jumping many a stile. There were some gaps yet to be explored before the final leap…
What does Love mean in itself? It gives people Courage to fight against all odds and yet leaves them absolutely fearful of loneliness. It voices sweet nothings to make a special someone blush and yet it steals breaths and leaves a special someone speechless. It is dark with many layers to unfold and yet life is viewed in a whole new light. Love asks for sacrifices and compromises yet also generously gives without asking for anything in return.
Love is a mixture…of the good, the bad and the ugly. It ties you up in shackles but leaves in the key. It makes you want to spend each waking moment together and yet most arguments boil down to need of personal space.
Love is an irony. It is when the bondages of love are really what set you free…
14 February 2014.