Do we really know love?

Do we really know love?

Do we really know love?

My best friend asked me the most unusual thing – to kiss her. She wanted to know how it feels to be touched by a boy. And when i did and asked her what she felt, she replied NOTHING. She was in a love with a girl. How could she ever respond to a man?

Do we really know love?

My roommate at my hostel is dating a woman ten years older than him. They recently went on a 3 day vacation. Love not only transcends age but also marriage and kids! Her kids are aged twelve and nine.

Do we really know love?

My cousin sister fell in love with a military man posted near our town. But religion is greater than love and divides them. There is peace in our city but a  cry of a lost war is raging in two hearts that cannot be calmed. Sometimes our Gods do discriminate even if love doesn’t!

Do we really know love?

The florist at the end of our street is in love with the lady who stops in her BMW everyday to pick up fresh flowers. He always gives her some free extra ones. She hands him one back each time. The fragrance of love sometimes comes with an unattainable price tag.

Do we really know love?

My next door neighbour’s wife knows the reason her husband works such extra long hours in the office. She has read his text messages to ‘a friend’. However she is still devoted to him because forgiveness sometimes becomes the shadow of one sided love.

Do we really know love?

I accidentally damaged my mother’s Koran cover and tore the beautiful cloth it was covered in. To make up for it I bought a better one to wrap it for her. When I took out the old cover I found a letter hidden in there. It was stained with oil, tears and memories. It was written before she married my father. I don’t know if I can call it a love or a break up letter. It was addressed to my mother and signed by a man who and I had two things in common – love for my mother and our names. Shakespeare failed to understand what’s in a name but I didn’t!

Do we really know love?

How easy it is for a writer to talk about love on paper? Does writing about love really make us comprehend its contradictions? How unfulfilled love always find its forever, how unshed tears don’t drown but harden hearts, how we read about love with a broad mind yet live it with the narrow mindedness of the society and how love is the only artist that destroys its art to make it invaluable?

Do we really know love? Maybe we never will!



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