"And sometimes, love is awash in the lipstick mark at your cheek while you grudgingly splash water in trying to erase it."
Love is strangely mystifying. Come on! I am talking
about love between adult man and woman, not brotherly love or sissy love or
motherly love because, you know, it’s February. And “The most-awaited
Fourteenth” is looming all over us.
Okay, let’s start before you quit reading. We have
Muna Madan love story, we recited it since our childhood. Later in life came
Romeo Juliet love story. And then Heer Ranjha story in college life.
I used to
give tuition classes to wayward boys (who were school dropouts!) back in 2004.
In one of the fine evenings a student ( Rupesh was his name, I can remember his
face in HD, haha!), blasted out if I had watched "Titanic" movie. I
nodded a no. Oftentimes, he used to come with a girl who waited outside the
class all the time till he finished. When he rushed, I used to admonish him. He
uttered that day-
‘sir lai ekpatak Titanic dekhai dinu parne ani thaha
hunchha love bhaneko k ho’
I didn’t express it upfront but anyway, I yearned to
watch the movie ever since. When I did (maybe after a year or two), it was
legendary.
Now second thoughts pop out in my mind: those entire
legendary love stories ended in sorrows. The two protagonists never lived
happily ever after together. This insinuates that you should go estranged from
the love of your life to immortalize your love story. If two souls are unified
at last, then the characters in that novel are eligible to be forgotten. In
real life—heck real life is more complicated in where almost all the stories
are not like Romeo Juliet genre. We live normal humanistic life—not like
otherworldly novel characters. Besides, we don’t want to make our love story
LEGENDARY by killing ourselves or constructing a situation to simply quit.
Wait. Great sentences follow here.
When it comes to real life, love might be found
nowhere. It is because when you try to search it, you ain’t finding it. Again
because you search for the things that are lost. Since love was never lost it
is never found too when you search it. It is something you FEEL; everytime, everywhere.
Love is in every goodbye you make to your beloved one wearing a gentle smile on your face with a hope to meet again. Love is in the tender caress when you
most need it and it is in the afternoon’s ring that follows a soothing sound at
the other end asking what you had as a lunch. Love fumigates the surrounding
when s/he asks you how your day was. Meanwhile the loving face makes you forget
painstaking works back at office. You are now a lethargy proof creature and
your badass boss floats away from your memory, far far.
And sometimes, love is awash in the lipstick mark at
your cheek while you grudgingly splash water in trying to erase it. Love always
doesn’t make its way in a kiss; it may come aboard in sheer anger or a scuffle.
Ocean of love harbors all our senses and actions of being alive. Yes, love is
here to carry on the human race.
So now, you saw love transpires in every moment we
live only you have to notice it, cherish it and nurture it. Therefore, I don’t
want to believe aforementioned ‘widely-celebrated’ love stories. They are
mythical and are suitable only inside the novel’s pages. I don’t want anybody
become one of the characters of those love story.
This world already has enough of sorrows and tears. We
now want delights and joyfulness. As a human, we should believe in unison, we
should believe in perpetuity and we should live happily ever after together.
Don’t try to be Rose or jack, try to be yourself where you are going to write
your love story yourself which is going to have a happy ending, be it a
commonplace story that nobody bothers to remember.
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Authored on 7th Feb (ROSE DAY), 2019; 9:30PM
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