love /lʌv/ Human chemical reaction leading to the release of happy hormones, dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin and what not.
Standing at the xerox machine, I waited for my notes to be printed. I shouted from the line to fasten the process, unfortunately all my efforts were useless. I had been standing in line for an hour and the situation was so bad that if I had opened my mouth, I would have uttered profanities. Finally after waiting so long, he handed me the notes as I beamed my furrowed brows at him.
“Excuse me“, a tall, lean guy tapped at my shoulder. “Are these chemistry notes?“, he seemed to be clueless. He had big spiky hair and was wearing spectacles. “Yes, organic. You can get them here.“, being new in college was worst. I knew nobody and nobody knew me. ‘He was definitely a guy from my batch, but what was his name?’, I wondered. Not giving much attention, I went upstairs to resume my study session. Exams were a month later, and coming from a scholar family, I had a lot of pressure to bring laurels to my family. I sat on my seat and opened my chemistry notes and began my studies.
Do you remember the first time we spent the night, your breath touching mine, and I could hear you heart beat so loud that I could hardly feel mine. I remember that time, you touched, I know I was afraid, but more than me, you were worried. You never wanted to hurt, do you?
But now that’ it’s over, I feel the sufferings I gave you. I know that I was at fault and I shouldn’t have done what I did, and, you were so nice that you never really accused me. I am so sorry, I really am.
But it’s been sometime, and now I realise; you loved me enough to let me go.
Recently I went to a wedding, an Indian wedding. The groom came on a white mare with a Baraat. He was dressed in a dazzling Achkan; and wore a Pagdi, having a brooch in the middle. The bride was dressed in red, with shimmers and stars attached to the length. Their families wore glitters; the celebrations were huge. Weddings are special, they bond families together. They shower love, let us trust and spread utmost happiness.
So, the bride and the groom entered the open lawn during the Kanya Aagaman; tears rolled down the cheeks of bride’s mother; as she saw the bride and the groom coming with held hands
The starry night blinked with light, beats on the dance floor blurring my eyes. I drank in excess, thus the state of sublime. I was jumping and laughing, as if it was the last night of my life. I saw him, coming towards me and I held my breath. Wondering would he lean in? He held my hand and we sat down somewhere in the midst of nowhere, but I liked it with him. We did not move, just stayed there; hand in hand.
You are sleeping on the other side of the bed, then you turn towards her, you see her face in the moonlight and think how beautiful she is. You want to lean in and kiss her, but you resist. You want to hold her hand, but you hold yourself back. Why are you afraid? Are you afraid of her reaction? Are you afraid of the what ifs? What if she refuse, what if she says no? You are not sure of what would happen. So you don’t try. But you know, trying is not bad. It can make you gain confidence in your actions, it can make you feel loved, cared.