I've thought about it a lot.
What is love and what is not love? What drove man to come up with words
like ‘Infatuation’, ‘Crush’, and then the most controversial of all, ‘True Love’?
Is there any scale of damage from 1 to
10, or probably an odometer that the heart has, which can tell one from the other?
The reason why I capitalize True Love is because I think it is a patent.
Probably, the most popular patent that humans have ever come up with, of
something that doesn't even exist.
Is a heart supposed to thump the loudest only at the sight
of your ‘once-in-a-lifetime-and-never-can-it-ever-happen-again-one-true-love’? Personally,
my heart races with equal enthusiasm when I see my favorite brownie arriving at
my table. Call me an antithesis of True Love walking around shamelessly, but I
find absolutely no hesitation in announcing that True Love is a myth. A
well-fed, well-guarded, big fat myth.
Ever since I can remember,Bollywood
songs and those expensive cards on the shelves of gift stores told me that True
Love is different It has the following attributes:
2. True Love demands nothing. No keeping, no wanting to
know, complete trust and no hard feelings. Ever.
3. True Love is the
real deal. Rest everything just comes and goes.
4. … and well, I didn't pay much attention to what people
have to say about this so I can’t really keep the list going. Trust me there
are people who can.
It took me 22 years to get to realize what love really looks
like.
There is a door. A beautiful, glorious door with sparkling
white rice bulbs along its periphery, painted in shades of pink, lilac, purple
and red. The door is majestic and alluring. None like you've seen before, nothing
so bright or glorious. You want to enter, so you knock. No one answers, so you
knock again. This time you wait a little. You still are captivated by the
beauty of the door. It’s been a while now, and no one has answered yet. Then you
begin to grow a little tired. You wait more and more, and then you’re angry.
Your eyes hurt while staring at those bright lights now. The paint, you
realize, is a little too flashy. People can have different thresholds of when
they get too tired of it. But they all do someday. After weeks, months and
years of waiting to enter the door, you are exhausted. You lose heart a little
everyday and then one fine day, you decide to walk away.
But then you notice
there is another door a little distance ahead. This one’s not grand, not
sparkling and not alluring. It is as ordinary looking as it could get. The
woodwork isn't done well. Sharp edges remain and it hasn't been painted in any
color. It’s there, right in front of you. You wonder how you didn't notice this
one before. You give the door a little push and it opens up for you. Just like
that. You can walk in or walk away. But the door did open this time.
The second door is what love looks like. Like it is in real life. Flawed and imperfect. The only reason why I think people talk of True Love and the first door is because such things are good for our ego. We want to believe that there is a better kind of love. Free of wants and desires. We want to believe that we are capable of more. That makes us strive better and harder. True Love is a good motivator, but it is a myth. Flawed love is as far as you get. Love will want to fight, and break you in anger. It will want to take you out for lunch. It will want you to stay away for a few days. Love will want not to talk after a long day at work and simply read its favorite book. Love will want to kiss you. Love will want to not snuggle up with you in a blanket at times. Love can go away at will and sometimes without a reason. Love needs imperfection to thrive. True Love doesn't need any of this for thriving, because it does not exist.
You can stare at
perfection as much as you want, but when you’re done, you can always come back
home to the second door. Standing outside the first door, knocking and being
unanswered is important too. It is necessary, because then you’ll understand
how exhausting perfection is and also how it feels like your heart to be home.
To all those who realize this, happy homecoming!
True love may be flawed, but this piece is as genuine and as perfect as there can ever be one.
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