I never knew myself to be one of those people who would fall prey to the myth of love at first sight. After all, to me, love seemed to be nothing but a folly. I would often observe my friends, who I knew to be quite susceptible in being deceived by the ploys of love, and pester them with questions on how they could fall into the same trap repeatedly. How could they be so vigorously drawn in, time and again, by the fantasies and folklore of 'happily ever after'. It seemed so mysterious, funny even, why people were so enthusiastic about wasting time on gaining fleeting moments of happiness that were concomitant to love.
But then, logic is not really one of the essential ingredients for stirring the concoction of love, is it? We've all known people who go absolutely crazy and defy all norms of common sense in their pursuit of love. Those who think that the sole meaning and purpose of their existence is to search for and bear the fruits of love. People who would scorn at a life devoid of love and label it as one not worth living. A couple of years ago, a penny for my thoughts on the subject would have fetched you nothing but smug laughter. Time has played its tricks on me, however, and I've now seen myself drown hopelessly, but joyfully, in the vast sea of love.
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Jab woh tumhare saamne aata hai, tumhe kabhi aisa laga ki hawaye chalne lagi hai, slow motion mein dupatta udne laga hai, ya aasman mein chaand kuch zyada bada hua hai?
Aise sirf filmo mein hota hai, Real life mein nahi.
Arey nahi nahi, real life mein bhi hota hai, insaano se pyaar karogi toh hoga, gadho ke saath mein nahi hota hai.
3 Idiots
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I've got to admit, my life has turned upside down ever since I stepped into this circus of love. Love really can be likened to a circus, a place where you can go shed all your inhibitions or anxieties, and relish the experience of pure bliss! Every element of a circus has its own quirky relevance to love. The joker and magician entertaining audiences can be taken to signify the elements of humour and magic which are intrinsic to every love story. The juggling and acrobatic acts depict the thrill and amusement which accompanies love. The dizziness of a carousel, or merry-go-round, draws parallels with the feeling of the world falling apart upon separation of two lovers. Finally, amidst all this craziness, there are also two babbling love-birds settling down into the Ferris Wheel (of Life), enjoying a quiet evening sunset. The grand display of fireworks caps off this starry, starry night as if in celebration of blossoming love!
In my case, this circus began in the first month of law school. We were both participating in a debate competition and I was seated right in front of her in the first row when she came up to the dais for her turn. A torrent of emotions swamped my mind as her alluring voice swept through the hall. The trouble started with a smile, obviously, with that damned smile. It left me spellbound to be honest. Sure, I had harboured feelings of attraction towards others previously, but never before had a smile tugged at the strings of my heart so tightly. She was as graceful as a swan in everything she did. In my eyes, everything she touched turned to gold, the Midas touch! Soon enough, I began seeing her everywhere - in class, on the bus, taking a walk, reading in the library, eating in the mess - all of this felt so exhilarating and I simply couldn't have enough of her. I often tried to rein myself in and distract my mind from being lost in her thoughts day and night, but to no avail. The floodgates had been broken through. All those mental barriers that I had so artfully constructed to prevent me from falling head over heels had been battered by this strange power of love.
I never understood why I always had her on my mind, or why my heart was always ready to race even upon catching the slightest glimpse of her walking down the corridor. She was oblivious of the dopamine rush that drifted across my body when I saw her smile. Little did she know about how the colour rushed to my cheeks whenever I managed to steal a glance in her direction. Watching her groove to the beats in that lovely black dress at the college fest ignited a whole new sense of passion in my limbs that had been unknown to me all my life. This was a part of me that flooded out straight from the heart and swept through my body like a tsunami wreaking a trail of havoc. It wouldn't be far-fetched to say that my jaw dropped to the floor every time I saw her move about in the way only she does, a manner so elegant and unique to herself.
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Ajeeb dastaan hai ye, kaha shuru kaha khatam... Ye manzile hai kaun si, na wo samajh sake na hum.
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Despite the peculiarly strong sense of attraction that drew me towards her, I almost would have never gathered the courage to seek her out on a date. As they say, she was in an altogether different league from me, way out of my reach. I could never imagine her settling for me, of all people, from among her sea of suitors. What they also say, however, is that when you want to be with someone with all your heart and soul, the entire universe can band together and conspire to make things happen for you! And it did, the universe came through on its word for intertwining our lives together in an inseparable bond. How? Well, that's a fairy tale in its own right! It all began one day when she spotted me through the gaps in a book-shelf perched in a quiet corner of our massive new library which had not yet been chanced upon by passionate, young lovers.
My sudden, sharp sobs that were involuntarily jutting out through my mouth and nose probably raised a concern about my well-being. The sweetheart that she is, she immediately came over, knelt down beside me and stayed put there for many a minute without uttering a word. My first thought was that she had come over to stare and scare me into silence for having committed the ultimate sin of breaking the peace of a library. But as the seconds hand chipped away on the clock, I began to sense the comfortable, friendly vibes oozing out of her. After an eternity of strange silence, I zapped out of my sorry state and took cognizance of the surroundings. Her presence had sub-consciously had a soothing presence and calmed my unsettled nerves to an extent. The excitement in my heart was now of a very different kind! An unparalleled euphoria had erupted within me at the prospects of being friends with her. Without having spoken a word, so much had been expressed between us! As she gently pulled and untangled me out from a heap on the floor, the warmth of her palms pushed me further into that circus of love - beyond the point of no return.
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My mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.
Alex Turner's Love Letter To Alexa Chung
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There can be no doubt about the fact that the time which we have spent together is my life's biggest treasure. I've not come across anything in the whole wide world so far which is capable of making me experience more happiness and bliss than snuggling up in bed together with comfy blankets over our heads on a winter morning in December. Nothing beats the urge to see each others' faces after a long, winding day at work and relax over a cup of fuzzy coffee. Perhaps the thrill and unadulterated joy in planning and dressing-up for our vintage Date Nights will never get old. Those small, random gifts and surprises which we shower ourselves with are what make everyday life so beautiful and worthwhile.
Even after all these years, I am yet to decipher what this love really means. Perhaps its an expression of the guilt that reverberates around in my soul when I am caught staring endlessly into your sparkling eyes. Or maybe its the sense of pleasure that spreads from head to toe when I brush my hand through your silky hair and tell you how precious you are to me. Is it the feeling of euphoria that sweeps my mind in your presence? Whatever love may truly mean, I only know that this is what I want.......to be in love, to be so wonderfully in love...to be drenched, soaked and rinsed in love. To grow old with you and share each moment with you. Now that I've met you, fallen for you and spent so many years in love with you, it feels like there had forever been a blank space right in the middle of my heart, a space that had been kept reserved for you, my beloved, since time immemorial.
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