I am not an expert in love.But love intrigues me as much as it does you.A friend clarifies that love is a fancy emotion only for the privileged, only the rare experience it , the rest live in the illusion of love. Another believes, love comes to you when you stop looking for it.A crude one states,'there's nothing like love, its all about sex'.I rectify, if its kissing and sleeping with the same person forever ,then you my dear, are in love!
The dimensions of love are boundless . It's love when he says that you are the most beautiful woman, even with all the chunks of fat flattering your body, post pregnancy. You learn that she fed herself with some rice and pickle after a hard tiring day. It makes your heart whine.Love wants you to do everything with your better half in mind.It makes you enter the kitchen which witnessed you all these years take an exit, wiping hands ,after a sumptuous meal. But . today you stand armed with knife and onion , tearing copiously as the sting hurts your eyes,braving that cut on your finger, imagining the delight on her face when she eats her favorite,'baingan ka bharta'. Love makes you poetic and you don't want to see that breathtaking sunset alone, anymore.Even in the anger, there is love,its concealed, insecure to be misused, wanting to be reciprocated.Love lets you be vulnerable in front of her knowing that you won't be judged. You can cry, crack a lame joke, throw a tantrum, be a child, yet know he won't misjudge you for being childish.Love shields you on a rough day in the form of a warm tight hug.Love is liberating!
Go tell your wife how lucky you are to have her in your life, get up and hug your husband and let him know he brings a smile on your face every time he looks at you, go out and pat your dog, he has always loved you unconditionally,pick that phone and call your mum and tell her you wouldn't be where you are without her and make sure you remind papa, he is always your hero!
The dimensions of love are boundless . It's love when he says that you are the most beautiful woman, even with all the chunks of fat flattering your body, post pregnancy. You learn that she fed herself with some rice and pickle after a hard tiring day. It makes your heart whine.Love wants you to do everything with your better half in mind.It makes you enter the kitchen which witnessed you all these years take an exit, wiping hands ,after a sumptuous meal. But . today you stand armed with knife and onion , tearing copiously as the sting hurts your eyes,braving that cut on your finger, imagining the delight on her face when she eats her favorite,'baingan ka bharta'. Love makes you poetic and you don't want to see that breathtaking sunset alone, anymore.Even in the anger, there is love,its concealed, insecure to be misused, wanting to be reciprocated.Love lets you be vulnerable in front of her knowing that you won't be judged. You can cry, crack a lame joke, throw a tantrum, be a child, yet know he won't misjudge you for being childish.Love shields you on a rough day in the form of a warm tight hug.Love is liberating!
Go tell your wife how lucky you are to have her in your life, get up and hug your husband and let him know he brings a smile on your face every time he looks at you, go out and pat your dog, he has always loved you unconditionally,pick that phone and call your mum and tell her you wouldn't be where you are without her and make sure you remind papa, he is always your hero!
Don't waste anymore time, fighting, bickering, cribbing, hiding your feelings-let them out-LOVE!
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