The feeling called love

All five fingers are not the same is being told to us since we were kids.When you stand infront of a mirror,you see a replica of your physical self.But does the mirror also reflect back your soul?Every person in this world has at some point of time experienced love in some form or the other. From the peace makers to the peace breakers ,they have all experienced love at least once in a lifetime.So why is this basic necessity of life misunderstood and misinterpreted the most ?

Every single mind works in an unique way and advocates emotions within its own boundaries.You don't have to be special to be loved or love.Love doesn't differentiate between colour or gender,it doesn't ponder over living or dead.It is an emotion with no boundaries.It is like a free bird to soar amidst the clear blue sky basking in the sun.If love is indeed such a wonderful feeling then why is it so difficult to stay in love?Why does it hurt so bad?Sadly,love which is incorporated within us doesn't come with an user manual.Its not love that hurts ,but rejection.It is difficult to stay in love because it is easier to fly than to walk atop a mountain.We have rewired ourselves in such a fashion that we take everything for granted.Minute problems turn into arguments and thus we create mountains out of mole holes.

Love doesn't limit itself to just two people bid to each other by a matrimonial document or ceremony.Its a feeling which is cherished by young and old alike.Love is the first spell of rain after a drought.It is the first drop of water to a thirsty traveller .It is the cool breeze on an autumn evening.The rustling of leaves when the sky portrays a canvas of colours.The first cry of a baby.Your best friends hug after a breakup.A dogs happiness upon seeing his master after work.It is the look in your mother's eyes as you stand upon the podium receiving your degree.

I would be flabbergasted if asked to define love in a single phrase.Love for me is sharing my favourite drink with her even when I wanted it all for myself.It is caring for her even when we are having a row.Holding out an umbrella over her head when being drenched myself during a heavy storm.It is hugging her tightly and telling her it will be alright when she undergoes a bad day.It is preparing breakfast when she gets late.It is pulling her close and yet letting her enjoy her space.It is not being together after a fight still not quitting.It is waiting when the wait seems unbearable .It is letting every second pass like an hour ,still not giving up hope.

Love is indeed the most beautiful feeling and she her perfect caricature.