What’s Your Definition Of Love?

-Sai Harshitha, I Year B.A. English
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Now, I don’t know if you have ever felt this, but today, when I threw my old toothbrush which was replaced with a new one, a sudden pang of guilt hit me. I felt sad and when I was pondering why I was feeling this way, I found its analogy with love. I would say love is felt when you become comfortable with something or someone, and you find it exasperating to let go. The bonding or the attachment towards the ‘familiar’ is the key here.

Love can be found anywhere and in anything we do. Without considerable love for his/her work, an artist can never produce anything beautiful. The concept of love has evolved with this vast, growing world and has been reduced to mere lust. Romanticising love and equating it to couples is just another stereotype. Love can happen in various forms, whether it between a parent and a child, between two friends and even between a dog and its owner. It must not be forced. In other words, it is a way of life.

In any relationship, there are a few things which must be adhered to. To me, Honesty and Trust are like the lock and key in a relationship. The bond secured by these two is love.  Even if one of them is missing, nothing can be done about it. People say that finding love in its purest form is difficult. I would say that love in itself is pure. It can never be contaminated by evil thoughts or grotesque intentions. It’s a thin veil separating love and lust. One must know love to understand it the way it comes. Trying to reshape it to fit you and your specifications may not work out.

We, as humans, experience love a lot more often than we think. The cooling showers of the heavens above or the alluring spring with its colourful phases, Nature stands high in the ranking list of the purest form of love. In my life, I connect even the smallest emotions to love. The unbearable tortures of my brother, the constant scolding from my mother or the caring nature of my father. Without love, the world would be as dry as the summer or as lifeless as winter.

Love is all about the journey, not the destination.

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