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Love



    The epic rush of butterflies inside the stomach or the pounding heartbeats within the freedom of the ribcage. Poets have penned down that innate feeling we experience regarding everything we know from the moon to the rain. Nothing can define that special feeling of falling in love, and it is probably the only fall we never want to recover from in our life.

    What is Love? Is it the teens holding hands, or just the bride kissing the groom in a well-lit hall? Here and there, everything is love. So, let us traverse through the lifetime of an average human and see where exactly does love happen.

    Life starts with birth when a human forms inside the mother's belly. In biology classes, you might have learned that reproduction starts with sex, and ironically, the act is also termed as 'making love'. So, that is the first instance of love which we will pass once again in the circle of life.

    A baby born into the world is first handed to the mother. With that ravishing tiredness and unfathomable pain, the mother still holds the crying baby gently close to her heart and smiles with grace as the tears roll down her blushing cheeks. 
    
    Science says the baby stops crying once the mother holds the baby close because the mother's heartbeat is the only sound that the baby had been familiar with during his vacation in her womb. But I say, that's love.

    No one in the world can question the love of a mother and the father. The parents watch the baby grow and they shower him with care and love each second, putting him/her before their lives.

    Once the kid goes to school, he makes friends. Another potent form of love that lasts a lifetime. Sometimes, the person may change from school to tuitions, to colleges, to office, etc, but the feeling of friendship will stay within that person like the first law of thermodynamics.

    Somewhere in life, most probably at school, the person will come across his first crush. Apart from the love from teachers, he/she will experience an adrenaline rush to another person's presence in his peer group.

    In the '90s (as a general time period for the older generation), that love differed from what we have today.

    The other person's mere presence will give us paced up heart rates. Our friends would mock us by shouting the crush's name, which we loved inside but harshly objected outside. Keeping the books one over another or sitting near them during functions was a delightful experience if not.

    Watching them at a distance and trying the mind-controlling which makes them look back eventually were all grand works of our fiction. If they walk towards us, our legs will faint let aside talking to them will render us mute. Little scribbles on the benches and their names designed at the hidden pages of our secret notebooks were all memoirs of the wonderful feeling.

    The untold respect and blushful possessiveness when they handed out the duster to the other class student still put a smile on the innocent idiot we were. It all came down to the proposal, ones that succeeded and not, or the ones that were conveyed, or the ones that are still untold at that little corner of your heart. That's love.

    Yes, it differs from what we have today. Some taps over the mobile and days later, the person finds their soul mate. But we cannot complain that the new generation of love is wrong because we have subjected the world to change and all things evolve to adapt, including the standards of love.

    Meeting a person in a virtual world may seem unlikely relative but the fact that we are living inside the clouds of 1's and 0's has made us reluctant to the surprise factor in the former statement. Expressing love and celebrating the relation through social media is what the new trend is about. Since it has made them bolder and active, it has to be said that the changes had some benefits.

    One might say that the feeling of an authentic love has been lost somewhere in the new trend, but they have trained their thoughts to do so. And their freedom to express love does have a brighter side in life. That's also love.

    Friendship will still exist within the person in some form or another even after the first crush becomes a memory or even a part of your life if you are lucky. Later, in college or during work after graduation, we will find love again, which probably leads to marriage. Some end in a breakup, which is still part of our life.

    For me, Love nor Life doesn't start after the marriage in a person's life. It starts after that first 20-25 years of marriage when all the heat flames down and they start to face the problems as a couple. That is the point where their strength of love proves for itself. That is when the marriage sustains itself and starts propelling their life. That's love.

    Like I mentioned before, here the cycle of life passes again with them giving birth to another life, and another love starts.

     In between his struggles of life, the person comes across many instances of love. From smiling to a stranger to help someone in need, or from the wagging tail of your furry friend to the times you enjoyed conversing with friends, or from the gifts you got and gave, love is everywhere!

    After the years of living with keeping up with the family and staying in touch with friends, the person finally dies. The most intricate form of love that exists, because we only live in the fear of death.

    As the person lies wrapped in scented clothes, their partner kisses one last time on the forehead. That will be the last sensation that their brain could pick up until his thoughts cease to exist in the realm of his living world. That's love.
    
    Life happens again, and so does love. Life is nothing without love and vice versa. So, in a world full of life, let us love. Be Kind and Judge less. Lose Hatred. Spread Love.

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  1. Interesting love is hidden inside friendship🥰🥰🥰superb

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  2. Beautifull❤️❤️❤️

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  3. Good writing, deep thoughts.
    Love is nothing but a deep pain which can't be defined.

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    1. Thank you sir... A pain we like having ;p

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  4. Amazing❤❤I especially love the lines "the cycle of life passes again with them giving birth to another life, and another love starts."❤

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    1. Thankss neha ...Ur support has been unconditional. Glad you liked it.

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  5. Love you man!

    ❤️🧡💚💙💜🖤♥️

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  6. This could be considered as one of the answers for your previous article what is life? One cannot describe love without life.Loved how you supported today's love.It would have been the same for our 90s kid too when our parents generation have made fun of our kind of love too.Like always it's really amazing to read your words ��❤

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    1. Yes Bincy. We live and let live. Just loving everything. Thank you for your support, your words have been phenomenal for my growth and I really appreciate it. Thanksss 😍😍

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  7. Viewing the meaning of love from a different angle. A different style of writing and a different approach. Excellent 👌

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  8. There are tons of ways which we can express love to someone but true form of love that last lifetime is friendship... and ur relation of that with the law of thermodynamics ❤️ keep rocking man

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    1. Thanksss da Anoop ... hehe just having fun with the physics

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  9. That's it again u scored it maan and this time it's about love superb maan I liked your thoughts and concepts.......and
    How in hell can you handle love without turning your life upside down? That's what love does,it changes everything��...keep going I already told you u are the next chetan bhagat let's see

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    1. Thankss a lott...Really glad to hear that...

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