Love Is Blind? I Disagree.

' ..so this thing that you think is your flaw is the reason I'm falling in love with you..'

Even though I knew that Asad and Zoya were the leads of the show and would land up together in some way or the other, I couldn't imagine the character of Asad, orthodox and close minded to say the least, to fall in love with the girl who wore jeans and littered her room with Diet Cokes and Pizzas.

There was no love at first sight for them; only gaaliyaan and long angry glares.

There was absolutely no 'falling in love' with Asad and Zoya either. Real love has little to do with falling. It's a climb up the rocky face of a mountain, hard work, and most people are too selfish or too scared to bother. Very few reach the critical point in their relationship that summons the attention of the light and the dark, that place where they will make a commitment to love no matter what obstacles-or temptations- appear in their path.

' Allah kare aapko kisi aisi ladki se pyaar ho

Jo jeans pehenti ho, ziddi ho

Apna dimaag rakhti ho, azaad khayaal ho

Aur jo aapka banaya ek bhi rule na mane '

He wasn't oblivious to her foreign ways. He frowned at her jeans and felt exasperated with her shayari and watched her break every rule of his disciplined life. He was witness to her every mistake as he managed to shout at her at every one of them. He saw her flaws and her quirks and scolded her as often as he could. He had lived with her long enough to know her every reaction to his actions, her erratic thoughts and her undening absurdity and yet, he didn't love anyone half as much as he loved Zoya.

'Bohot maasum bhi, bholi hain aap. Jab aap muskuraati hain, yeh jahaan aur khubsrat ho jaata hai.'

He loved her because she was the one who could heal him when he was wounded and console him when he was upset; she strengthened him and changed his dynamics in ways he could have never comprehended. She was breathtaking in her beauty and her human spirit. Hers was the sort that would not fade or grow jaded with time and years, but flourish, grow more radiant with life and its experience. Hers was a beauty that no other possessed. A beauty he longed to keep, to hide away, to bask in, himself alone. She had become his. He didn't know when, whether it had been the moment her fingertips had touched him when he was hurt, or if it had grown, like a seed, slowing spreading until Zoya had become the root that was anchoring the shattered pieces of his heart, pulling them tight together until it resembled the organ it should.

'aur Allah kare aapko aisa ladka miley

Jo aapko tehzeeb ki ehmiyat sikhae, tameez ka matlab sikhae

Aapke par kaate aur aapko zameen par laae.

She had been reprimanded enough times by him. Every turn she took, he stood in her way to pick out something wrong with whatever she did. He judged her incessantly and was a close minded orthodox obnoxious tycoon and she would have preferred to live a season in Hell than spend a lifetime with Mr. Akdu Idea Chor Ahmed Khan.

He was responsible for her many tears, but he been the one to wipe them out too. Oh yes, he threw her out of his house many a time and then again he was the one who brought her back every time. He would shout at her in front of everybody and then softly apologize to her alone with a small gift.

She could tell him things she had never shared with anyone before while he absorbed everything she said and wanted to hear more. She loved him because he was unaffected by the physical and mental scars that had wounded her. She had been like a caterpillar in a cocoon, and he had drawn her out and shown her that she was a butterfly.

'Aap sacche hain, sincere hain, akdu hain. Lekin bohot intense hain. Waise toh khaamosh rehte hain, par aapki aankhein bohot kuch kehti hain.'

To quote Bob Marley

"He's not perfect. You aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn't going to quote poetry, he's not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Because perfect guys don't exist, but there's always one guy that is perfect for you."

So that's the whole of point of love, you see. It's not because you want to be with someone despite their flaws...

It's when you love them because of it.

So that's the whole of point of love, you see. It's not because you want to be with someone despite their flaws... It's when you love them because of it.

this just took my heart away👏😳

Originally posted by: Saima-Syed

Like ur thinking

Originally posted by: starsinmyeyes

beautifully written

Originally posted by: shanakyasharan

So that's the whole of point of love, you see. It's not because you want to be with someone despite their flaws... It's when you love them because of it.

this just took my heart away👏😳

Originally posted by: ras224

so brilliantly written ankita👏...it ws simply a pleasure 2 read dis😳...i luvd da qoute on perfection u hv used😛

Originally posted by: Ankita.M

BEAUTIFUL post :) and that sums up Asad and Zoya for me 😳

Originally posted by: ..Ankita..

' ..so this thing that you think is your flaw is the reason I'm falling in love with you..'

Even though I knew that Asad and Zoya were the leads of the show and would land up together in some way or the other, I couldn't imagine the character of Asad, orthodox and close minded to say the least, to fall in love with the girl who wore jeans and littered her room with Diet Cokes and Pizzas.

There was no love at first sight for them; only gaaliyaan and long angry glares.

There was absolutely no 'falling in love' with Asad and Zoya either. Real love has little to do with falling. It's a climb up the rocky face of a mountain, hard work, and most people are too selfish or too scared to bother. Very few reach the critical point in their relationship that summons the attention of the light and the dark, that place where they will make a commitment to love no matter what obstacles-or temptations- appear in their path.

' Allah kare aapko kisi aisi ladki se pyaar ho

Jo jeans pehenti ho, ziddi ho

Apna dimaag rakhti ho, azaad khayaal ho

Aur jo aapka banaya ek bhi rule na mane '

He wasn't oblivious to her foreign ways. He frowned at her jeans and felt exasperated with her shayari and watched her break every rule of his disciplined life. He was witness to her every mistake as he managed to shout at her at every one of them. He saw her flaws and her quirks and scolded her as often as he could. He had lived with her long enough to know her every reaction to his actions, her erratic thoughts and her undening absurdity and yet, he didn't love anyone half as much as he loved Zoya.

'Bohot maasum bhi, bholi hain aap. Jab aap muskuraati hain, yeh jahaan aur khubsrat ho jaata hai.'

He loved her because she was the one who could heal him when he was wounded and console him when he was upset; she strengthened him and changed his dynamics in ways he could have never comprehended. She was breathtaking in her beauty and her human spirit. Hers was the sort that would not fade or grow jaded with time and years, but flourish, grow more radiant with life and its experience. Hers was a beauty that no other possessed. A beauty he longed to keep, to hide away, to bask in, himself alone. She had become his. He didn't know when, whether it had been the moment her fingertips had touched him when he was hurt, or if it had grown, like a seed, slowing spreading until Zoya had become the root that was anchoring the shattered pieces of his heart, pulling them tight together until it resembled the organ it should.

'aur Allah kare aapko aisa ladka miley

Jo aapko tehzeeb ki ehmiyat sikhae, tameez ka matlab sikhae

Aapke par kaate aur aapko zameen par laae.

She had been reprimanded enough times by him. Every turn she took, he stood in her way to pick out something wrong with whatever she did. He judged her incessantly and was a close minded orthodox obnoxious tycoon and she would have preferred to live a season in Hell than spend a lifetime with Mr. Akdu Idea Chor Ahmed Khan.

He was responsible for her many tears, but he been the one to wipe them out too. Oh yes, he threw her out of his house many a time and then again he was the one who brought her back every time. He would shout at her in front of everybody and then softly apologize to her alone with a small gift.

She could tell him things she had never shared with anyone before while he absorbed everything she said and wanted to hear more. She loved him because he was unaffected by the physical and mental scars that had wounded her. She had been like a caterpillar in a cocoon, and he had drawn her out and shown her that she was a butterfly.

'Aap sacche hain, sincere hain, akdu hain. Lekin bohot intense hain. Waise toh khaamosh rehte hain, par aapki aankhein bohot kuch kehti hain.'

To quote Bob Marley

"He's not perfect. You aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn't going to quote poetry, he's not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Because perfect guys don't exist, but there's always one guy that is perfect for you."

So that's the whole of point of love, you see. It's not because you want to be with someone despite their flaws...

It's when you love them because of it.