Well, how do I start it? This is the first post of my blog,
which is not of facts or arts, but my views. I do have a fantasy of love. Don’t
get me wrong. I mean I celebrate love in every possible form of it. But this
specific form of love that arises between a man and woman, which has huge
biological explanation, and at the same time baffling, entices me with its
charm and naughtiness.
After a heartbreak or two, you tend to be cynical of this
love. You doubt its existence, you doubt the people who claim they feel it. You
might doubt your own capability of being loved. But when you find a girl who
fights her political family, her way of life and stays strong to start a life
with a boy from different culture, ways and an entire different
language in a country like India. Or when you meet a guy who is hell-bent on
getting married to a girl separated 7 years by distance of miles, in few hundreds first to few thousands later, still beating hard everyday for a phone
call. Or when you come across a girl who moves back and forth twice between cities within
months, for making her wedding turn into a marriage. Or may be just listening to
a single guy or girl who is waiting for their perfect one, believing that it would be the
soul mate for them and figuring out the world’s best love story God is crafting
for them, makes you want to have faith in this “notion” of love.
But I still doubted some things. After all we are speaking
here about humans, the egos, the mundane lives and society. What happens after
they actually start living? Believe it or not, love starts as an ecstasy, turns
into friendship and then becomes an actual relationship. What happens after you
reach maturity of relationship? Could you make it work without passion? Without
the ecstasy in it? But then, something stuck my mind. We are speaking of the
same person who drove that warmth in you, who ignited that sparks in your
heart. If you could fall in love then, why cant you again? True. That’s how a
relationship will work. If I could stop my mind there. My mind still wandered
over the thought of failed relationships. From what I found, it means a guy who
moved on from a break-up and married, could actually fall in love with his ex-gf.
Same in case of a girl too. Then something that no less of an epiphany struck
me. Love is a choice. It indeed is. I do not mean you can choose whom your
heart will melt to. But it means your mind loves (you might call it 'like' but in the end its all vocabulary) too. It loves the thought of
having a love of life and that helps you in determining the course.
I read somewhere that “Dating
isn't for the weak. It takes courage to go down a knee, it takes bravery to
face rejection.” Lets all don't give up on love and be always ready to start afresh. Well, lets see. The view is that love is a choice. So its all about what you choose. You can sit here and read my post, browse the net for love help or go out there, to your loved one and express what you feel. The clock is ticking and we are all running against time. Its not time to wait for miracles to happen but open your hearts out.
