Monday, December 15, 2008

My Post on Love- Part 1

You know, along with all the really great things people say love is, love is also a lot of simple things. Love is not only sacrifice, understanding and compassion; it is not only giving the unspoken things the other person may need or covet which you, through your care and concern understand s/he needs- it is also giving what is asked for.

Love is giving that toy your child is crying for; and no, that is not pampering him, that is not buying his affection or giving him the wrong lessons in life- that is love. Love is giving your parents that little extra care that they might demand in their old age- that isn't fulfilling your obligations, that is love. Love is giving your dog that extra chicken biscuit when he looks at it longingly from the foot of the cupboard, despite knowing that you might be ruining his training, and that he won't have much of an appetite left for his meal, only out of love for him. Love is meeting that girl you love when she asks you to, whatever be the hour, not because you want to demonstrate how giving your love is, or how selfless you are or even because you also want to meet, but simply because she asks you to, simply because you want to give her what she wants.

Call me materialistic, or demanding. But I think love is not just giving the unspoken, but giving what is asked for, no matter how ridiculous, or difficult or easy to give, or inconsequential or monumental, simple because it is asked for and desired.


Anonymous said...

Love for all its niceties and romantic appendages, can be a very unsettling experience, too. It is humbling and has the potential to make life laugh at you like nothing else. Love, above all is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

You'd think it should be peaceful
but we started out with fighting -
and then he wrote his poems just for me.
And I don't need sky writing.

Bhavya said...

'Love, above all is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.'

That's true. And sometimes, that realization is the toughest part of the whole thing.

Benarasi Bahu said...

this reminds me of meredith's famous words to derek in Grey's:

"Derek...I love you. In a really, really big...pretend to like your taste in music. Let you eat the last piece of cheesecake. Hold a radio over my head outside your bedroom window. Unfortunate way that also makes me hate you. So pick me. Choose me. Love me..."

P.S. u will NEVER catch me saying this to a guy!