Love, love, love. It is the centre of the universe. The one thing that all human beings have in common. It’s not the features, eye colours, types of clothes etcetera that we share in common; it is our desire to love and to be loved. At the end of the day, when we all go to bed, we have a loved one in mind, a loved one to hold at night, a loved one to care about and it makes us feel content. To know that we can care for others and that others care for us.
Love is a small word. A four-letter word. Two syllables. Two vowels and two consonants. But it is the only one that plays the most major of roles in people’s lives. It can mend hearts. It can shatter hearts. It can build a home from the ground up. It can also demolish a home right to its very foundation. It can help people to find their way in the world. It can also cause them to lose themselves. It can end the messiest of wars; but it can also cause the bloodiest of them. Still, after all these reasons, the good and the bad, when our head hits the pillow, the fear that lurks somewhere deep inside our mind, in the shadows in the furthest of corners, keeps scratching and pinching and picking at us, keeps questioning us if we are capable of love and loving.
Yet, the only thought that passes our head is love because it gives us a sense of calm and peace in the mayhem of this world. It’s the anchor. So, we hold on to it because we don’t know what else to do.
Author: Asmi Pawar
Editor: VR Kapse