A thing called Love

Love – Wikipedia

Love is an emotion of a strong affection and personal attachment.[1] Love is also a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection —”the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another”.[2] Love may describe actions towards others or oneself based on compassion or affection.[3]

Ok that was the literal meaning of Love, “the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another”.

But what I am talking about now is the love that happens between a male and a female, a man and a woman, a girl and a boy.

I am no expert in that area, all I can talk about is my experiences. I have never been on date, no meeting new persons. Dating was an alien concept to me. I did receive anonymous gifts and letters in school but sadly the sender stayed anonymous forever, may be because my mother was a teacher in the same school 😦

When I started going to college there was something changed. I was an item in college for few days where senior guys used to whisper when I walk past them pass comments, whistle or even sing songs sometimes. But this fame was short-lived because the most pretty girl in the college started hanging out with me.

The problem with hanging out with the most pretty girl in college was

1. they some how mask your own prettiness and

2. you start looking like their side kick.

So I was ignored by boys most part of the college days. I convinced myself I am not hot enough for any boy to come and approach. Honestly I also did not find any one hot enough to have their dreams so that was OK.


I had just jibber jabbered the above lines few weeks ago, some how I cannot complete the above lines will update when I feel like completing them.

Now I want write some thing else about love, I want to tell it is a beautiful feeling, I am so lucky to be loved and all that but that would be complete lying.

We were too young in the beginning years of our relationship to understand the gravity or seriousness of the our relationship. Then were happy just hanging out, texting all day, eating out, going to movies together, trips together and that was it.  Never we realized that the relationship we were into demanded attention and perseverance, that we should put efforts in keeping it together.

When you commit to a relationship at a young age, the risk is that as you are growing up your perception about certain things change, your likes, dislikes, preferences, priorities change. There are lot of external factors attributing to it like your new college, new work place the affect of these new acquaintances have on you.

The whole scenario of seeing each other changes when the families are involved. You are pressurized to hang on to each other as the parents doesn’t want their son or daughter to go on dating new people. Now there comes a responsibility not only living up-to parents expectations but also your would be in laws expectations. Now you are referred to as daughter/son in both the houses. Now you would be introduced to the relatives as love interest of their son/daughter and and the relatives will judge you on your complexion, height, figure, figures in your salary, fathers occupation, fathers bank balance, your bank balance, mothers behavior, your culinary expertise so on.  Next thing every one wants to know is when you are getting married *that needs a new post altogether*. Then comes the decisions of career choices, which city or country to settle down, the finances, the properties, kids arrrgh!!!

The simple I Love you – I Love you too few years ago is now became a tangled and complicated affair. If it was not for a partner like MR who made the choices as simple as “Darling!Dinner Beijing Bites or Chung Wah Dessert Definitely Corner House”  it would not have been easy.

With him nosy relatives are made fun off, and talking to each other parents is just earning brownie points about who acted the most obedient 😛 My new interests are taken seriously be it as ridiculous as making soggy egg and wafers.

Love is not just a pink and rosy feeling. It takes effort and perseverance of two people who make it happen.

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One Response to A thing called Love

  1. Titaxy says:

    touchwood, for you found that kind of long lasting love in MR. may your togetherness only grow stronger with time.

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