And here, I am in love again and it is never possible for me to love lesser than before.The definition to the “love” here is the my emotional connections with people around me. It is not about the appearance, the clothes, luxuries and money, but about the quality of time that I spend with people around me. It is never occurred to me to love in measurable manner and see to fit the criteria of what is expected out of love. Love is limitless . It is been an ongoing, continuously growing, flying above the clouds journey for me and I am “a known fool” for the same.
To me, If I keep my beats alive dancing and excited inside me, I know it is not nearly possible to leave my Being behind. I might vibe with a few around me, but I know most of those are buried in the dark looking for someone to walk beside them with a ray of light. Not all are holding hands and only few are agreeing to be the light. Conclusively, it is peace to me to know the reason to their laughter, even for a short period in times of togetherness. My love remains non promising, being with them in their present. And to replenish myself to start again, I come back to where I belong, my home.
I know I have done it hundreds of times- running into people, getting to know them, expressing myself to them and I know none of those till now have reflected the same to me. I have shown my best and the worst, my highs and my lows, but nothing was impressive enough to convince them that there is no perfect in this world, and what we must do to keep the peace is not judging and avoiding, but by looking after each other and helping with no labels and tags.
Still above all, I pray to be foolish enough to hope for the love, for the reflection of it and that way keep it alive within.
