One clear afternoon, my friends and I decided to catch up.
Summer at its peak, we did not want to go out and so we decided to go for a
drive along the beach. There we spot a couple sitting under the not very shady
place, looking at the sea, sun right on the top their heads, gleaming very
happily. I was intrigued by the passion they had for each other. Seriously?! It
was the love that offered them shade from the nothing-less-than-burning-hot
Sun. I silently smiled to myself telling, their euphoria of love hasn’t faded
yet.
This thought made me over think the situation. Clearly love
is temporary madness. There is this time in everyone’s life, when the tide of
strong desire to fall in love hits us. And, when we think we found the right
person, the period of ‘being in love’ starts. Like I previously said, love is
temporary madness. The feelings raise sky high, the willingness to do nice things
manifolds. We long to be in the other one’s company. We laugh heartily at each
other’s joke. We blush when he/she compliments. We unintentionally start doing
things that might impress and seek his/her attention. We start to believe in
his/her views and beliefs more than our own selves. We think they are always
right. All this happens only till the euphoria of love lasts. There is this
thing which everything devours. Yes, Time it is. A little over little time, the
euphoria fades. Everything appears normal. This can technically be termed as ‘the
end of being in love’.
It generally goes this way. When being in love burns away,
boys see girls nagging for every little thing and girls don’t really get the
attention that they used to. Take a tip guys: Women generally turn into the
nagging kind only when they are left unappreciated. And ladies: Insanity is not
just permitted, but also expected only when we were kids. So how do we handle
this after “being-in-love” scenario? Where does love come at all? It is not
about texts or calls or surprises or romancing or making love. These fall into
the acts of love. Love is not about eternal promises that we carry to our
grave. Love is the decision that you try to take when being in love burns away.
Love is just that which remains after all this. From there, it is in our own hands
to try and work out if the roots of what we grew all this time has entwined,
that it becomes inconceivable to part. Life becomes beautiful when we take the
extra measure to reach that one extra mile.
Well, did I not start telling you about how my afternoon
happened?! Oh man, I must have wandered off the point.
