Originally posted by: MaybeSomeday...
"Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get " only with what you are expecting to give " which is everything."
Love is a force, untamed. What people do not understand about love is it that it's like that ferocious beast that is not born to be shackled. It's born to rule. It cannot be controlled and tampered with. Love cannot be taught or reasoned with.try to imprison it and it will destroy you. You try to enslave it and it'll burn you. And that is why is it so badly consumes you.
I'm not going to say that Nandini and Manik are madly in love right now. No, because that does not happen so quickly. It builds and builds until every cell of your body is more in love and until they explode and it bursts forth flowing and flying everywhere. Love accumulates. Slowly, and it roots itself deeper and deeper until its bed lies within the recess of your very soul. And that stage, where the carving and the endorsement happens is oblivion. Because at that point you think of yourself made of invincible steel.
You think you've control of your life and your destiny. You think that your brain can rule your decisions. But love is not a companion. It's brain's archrival. Has been forever.
You think you can part from them, you think loving them is toxic and you think that what you're doing is for the betterment. Only, that the choice is no more yours. It never is when you're in love. It just slips away from your hand and you don't even realize when you can't do it anymore.
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
-Louis de Bernires in Corelli's Mandolin
And doesn't he explain it just right? The difference between being in love and love is the aftermath. The moment of after it all. Because the more you judge the less you love. Because love isn't roses. It's also thorns. Also sadness and pure purgatory.
Nandini and Manik are going to realize that, too. The difference is that you cannot. Simply cannot let go no matter what you do. Because to love is to accept those people for their flaws. To sign up for a flawed lover. To have them after all their wrongs anyway because you love them. And not just that, but believing in the belief of your love's sustainability. You can be toxic for someone, harmful even, and yet your inexistence could be the fatality the other person cannot afford. You have to love people and know they'll hurt you and you've to be strong and you've to accept. Because, ultimately, that's what love is. Until you wouldn't, how will you correct their flaws? How will they correct yours? How will you know it was love? For how can love be anything but unordinary?
Bade Achhe Lagte Hain
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