Love :)

Ever felt you've had the best conversation in years, though you haven't spoken a word? I know we've read this line a lot of times in quotes or forwards to our mailbox. But experiencing it is a different feeling. An absolutely wonderful feeling. A feeling which rushes through your veins, when a simple nod, or a touch of the hand speaks a thousand reassuring words, gives you a heart-warming hug, or simply says, I Love You. Love, Love, Love. Love makes the world go round. Makes the sun rise. And makes you wake up every morning to a beautiful day, ready to face with head held high, the menagerie of life. Manifests itself in your mother's touch when she shakes u awake, in your fathers voice when he gives u a piece of his mind about your marks, in friendship, over a cup of coffee with your best friend or even discussing the last movie seen, and of course, in the eyes of that special someone, for whom you would go to the ends of the world, who just has to ask, and you would cross the seven seas, or even, scale the sky and count the stars. Who makes u say to yourself, everytime you look out the balcony, what a beautiful world it is. Who makes a solar eclipse seem like a bright sunny day. Who makes even green vegetables taste like a delicacy straight out of an Italian Chef's kitchen. I could go on and on.Ok, now, I'm not getting all mushy :p. In short, who gives u reason to say peremptorily, Life is beautiful.
I don't believe i have exaggerated. Its different, reading these things in a blog, or listening to a dreamy hero pelt out these lines in a flick. Something which can only be felt, in the presence of that person, who fills your world with happiness, no, who is your world. I'm not referring to the boyfriend/girlfriend only.. though, that is the first image which forms in the mind when 'love' is mentioned. Everyone has a boyfriend/girlfriend now. Our society has broadened its horizons, and its no taboo anymore, the concept of dating, or associationg with memebers of the opposite sex with a motive other than just friendship. Relationships, just like the fashions and trends which come and go. How many can one pin-point to, and say with conviction, that these two really love each other, and would stand by each other through their lives? One? or maybe two. Either by one's will, or by mutual consent, heart broken, depressed, they drift apart, only to pick up the broken pieces and stick them together with the glue offered by the next. Its an endless cycle. Somewhere, in the midst of all this, the true beauty of love, is lost. These species of thought circulated through my brain endlessly for about 6 and a half months of 2006. Because, everything i had believed in, i had been made to swallow whole, and wear dark shades, looking at a world cloured in black, white, and grey.
And thats when he came, with his bottle of glue :), hand-picking every bit chipped off with so much care, andso much love, that, slowly, the cocoon I'd built around myself, began to dissolve, and my eyes began to see colour again. Never knew a simple nod of acceptance could conceive so much exaltation, put a skip in your every step, make you sing to yourself, write his name on imaginary hoardings :p, and say the three precious words over and over again! And one-year-and-four-months later, the green-and-hazel trust, acceptance, and love i see, if it is really possible, is always a shade deeper than the last time they looked into mine, (If i had a better voice, and if circumstances would permit, i'd sing to him Ronan Keating's 'When you say nothing at all" over the radio) telling me, that they'd lend a hand when i stumble, lift me up when i fall, and stand by me, no matter what. Miles of distance wouldn't be too far away. And neither would the six years and a half.. for, even in times of loneliness, every moment which passes, passes with the assurance, that you're not alone, someone misses you too. Do you know how much difference that makes? I do.. and it makes as much difference as rain to a farmer, or the rising sun to human kind. It fills every hole left, fills the absence of a sister, to share your emotions with, the longing for a friend to just pour your heart out, fills every oubliette(think i spelled that right) with so much love and contentment.
Love is such a beautiful thing. It makes the deaf hear, and blind see. And it makes you want to live to a hundred, with him by your side. Life, is so beautiful.