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“What’s true love?” I asked nobody in particular.
“Something you don’t have to look for.” Someone replied casually.
I turned around taken by surprise, only to find a pair of shocked brown eyes in the mirror, looking back at the crazy stunned woman they belonged to. The woman back in the mirror there, had her mouth hanging open in a perfect ‘O’. I wondered, if, perhaps, I was finally losing my sanity.
“What’s true love?” I asked out loud, again. Just to check if that somebody would speak to me again and of course to make sure I was sane, and the voice did. It did reply back. It was me all along, my heart jumping with a victory flag. There was this happy glint in my eyes, that I could see in the mirror. I was smiling to myself and dreaming about something I was yet to discover- ‘One True Love’.
Hadn’t all of us, or, might I correct myself, most of us have been thinking about finding true love all our lives. Many of us seem to have succeeded, while others look like they could do with a glass of Chardonnay and a royale size pizza topped with extra cheese. I beg your pardon if that sounds like a horrible combination and a bit out of place- I’m but human, and I enjoy singular taste- weird combinations to be more human with my language, that might not really appeal to masses. But, well, coming back to the topic of discussion- How many of us have really thought about actually being in love?
What is love?
Is it some idealised version from one of those ‘Jane Austen’s’ literary works or an ‘over-romanticised’ notion, as a rationalist would suggest? Can we actually define love in mere few words? Or maybe it doesn’t exist at all. Just the sex. The carnal heat that makes two people who might be poles apart, get glued to each other, as a bee to its hive.
I’m not very keen about going into the details- but isn’t it something that has to be felt from the deepest corner of our heart- Like you just know it rings with that significant other.
But.. (Oh, there’s always a ‘but’!)
But, what about those who’ve been in love for years and love’s simply failing to open arms for them. I, for instance, have thought myself to have fallen in love ages ago with a man. Do I know him? Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows? He’s still faceless and unfounded, and, well, that faceless creature is just so tenacious for it seems he has no intentions of knocking at my doorstep as of now, or in near future. Do I mind, of course, I do, sometimes, though? It’s like that fire which has simply toned down to a beautiful flame than the blazing inferno that it used to be. Someday, perhaps, yes it would. It isn’t some kind of pep talk with self, just little something called hope. It fails to leave me alone.
What really is true love, then? My logical side would say- ‘a chemical reaction’. My feminist side would tag it as- ‘companionship of the equals’. My heart would, rather- ‘If you go looking for it, you won’t know. If you know, you’d never have to go looking for it’. Complicated, eh?
Well, since when, was ‘love’ an easy conquest? Or maybe it is and was all along. Depends on how deeply you’re connected. Had ‘love’ been ’bout being easy, William Arthur Philip Louis and Catherine Elizabeth, nee Middleton would still be married, but with respective partners.