Daily tasks, piling up work load at college, assignments, projects, approaching examinations, preparations for civil services examinations, would she be able to get through? What if she didn’t?
Amidst all this, Ishani was lost. Or maybe I should say trapped. In a city 2176.9 kms from home, she longed for some warmth, some love; for family.
Ved walked into her room, when her intrusive thoughts vexed her. She put up a smile on her face immediately when she noticed him. One can seldom lie or pretend to people who love them and get away without being caught. No, Ved didn’t notice her new jacket or nail paints. He noticed the volcanoes of self doubt and apprehensions. He hugged her like a mother embraces a child. He gently broke the embrace to give her a peck on her forehead. He then held her hand and whispered, “Calm down my dear superwoman”.
Love is painful. Love is meant to consume you. Love is all about teddy bears, chocolates, selfies and ‘darling’ rubbish. FALSE.
It is not love if you cannot stand by eachother during thick and thin. Love is not meant to give pain, and if a lover gives you ‘heartaches’ and ‘heartbreaks’, let such a lover sit on a broomstick and roam the city for all I care. Love is not when a husband beats up his wife at night and gives a sorry kiss in the morning. Let such a husband make his own tea without sugar, milk and tea leaves and drink it alone, every day.
It’s not love unless you can say, yes, “I gained one supportive person when I met my ….” It’s not love unless you feel emotionally intimate, verbally and non verbally. ✔💯