Love is like the most amazing of all things, more so because the way it hits you right across your face and makes a blabbering idiot out of even the most impervious of us, is a feat which nothing else, with a probable exception of alcohol, could ever match. I think much more than anything it is our heart which deserves the credit for beating or skipping a beat or two at just all the right moments and with just all the right persons and still being able to pump blood like clockwork, really what an amazing pumping organ our heart is. Well, they just won’t call something the seat of human soul for nothing but this entire litany regarding heart and it’s mysteries notwithstanding, I sometimes wonder if any of us actually get to know what love is or is that we simply go onto accept whatever definitions that have been given for it so far? Well one thing that I have learnt about love is, the amount of grey in your hairs is rarely of any consequence when it comes to these matters of heart because very few of us are actually left with any hairs owing to this global market slowdown and perhaps also because once we start to grow with our life we become like bundles of accumulated histories, overflowing with our knowledge about everything which doesn’t work and everything that isn’t love that sometimes we end up complicating what happens to be the simplest of all emotions.
Remember the time when we were young and would fall in love so easily and at that instant all that mattered was being in love because being in love seemed to be all the more meaningful and believing in love seemed to all the more believable. Talking of childhood, I remember my friend telling me about her belief that kids like chicken hatched from eggs and hers was a dancing egg because she used to dance quite a lot. She did went onto hold this belief right up till eight grade when probably a health education book got better of her but nevertheless it was easier for her to believe because her theory was so simple as compared to my belief that kids were dropped from heaven straight into a hospital yard with parachutes tied at their backs. Clearly it didn’t took long for my theory to go bust more so because my mom failed to produce the parachute that I came with and really with the amount of preconditions and incredibility that like fine print were attached with my belief it was like a pile of dry leaves, waiting for a wind to blow it away.
This is exactly what we all do to love, we never let it be, we just go on to complicate or I dare say pollute love with all our inhibitions and beliefs or unbelief’s. I just can’t understand mankind’s obsession with untangling everything, why can’t just we accept something’s which are beyond us? I know to think is one of the most fundamental of human prerogative but there are times when you have to let things be for you are only acting as a deterrent by exercising your brain cells but if had it been this easy to detach this jelly inside our head, we for sure would have had a lot to live for in this life.
Finally, given my ignorance and the fact that my college has been closed, I could still feel a preponderance of love in each of the breath I take so much so that I am beginning to wonder if the air around our town has actually gone cleaner but then isn’t it what that happens each year right around this time. I think St. Valentine couldn’t have chosen a better time to die or whatever that he did and really valentine’s day or otherwise it would do all of us a lot of good if we could let that beating and pumping organ decide for us.
