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When I started scribbling this, I had no intention of making it public......cos to me blogging isnt my cup of tea or coffee either.....Actually this is a random raving, nothing more & nothing less.
'All men and women are connected by an energy which many people call love, but which is, in fact, the raw material from which the universe was built. This energy cannot be manipulated'...Paulo Coelho blogged today and this is what pushed me to pondering what was love all about.Love is nothing less than an enigma to me. the more I try to unravel the mystery, the more am I mystified.As my grey cells start ticking, I happen to recall a picture which had captured a small MB of my memory...
When I started scribbling this, I had no intention of making it public......cos to me blogging isnt my cup of tea or coffee either.....Actually this is a random raving, nothing more & nothing less.
'All men and women are connected by an energy which many people call love, but which is, in fact, the raw material from which the universe was built. This energy cannot be manipulated'...Paulo Coelho blogged today and this is what pushed me to pondering what was love all about.Love is nothing less than an enigma to me. the more I try to unravel the mystery, the more am I mystified.As my grey cells start ticking, I happen to recall a picture which had captured a small MB of my memory...
"LOVE IS THE ONLY ANSWER
LOVE TREES
LOVE ANIMALS"
UTTARANCHAL VAN VIBHAG
The word can be construed in many ways adding to the shrouds of mystification.It tends to turn us selfish at times and selfless at others.....watering our eyes with joy and sorrow.......soft & mushy sometimes as well as hard & insenstive some other times....Oh! What a paradoxical image!!!!!!!
People crave to be in love although they are aware that the journey of love might not be a smooth one, its an undulating motion story.....:)We still love knowing that the ones we love most would not be with us till the end and that would give us immense sadness at their absence.
The feeling of falling in love is a beautiful experience, my personal opinion though.I have had friends who vouched that the 'feeling of falling in love' is more beautiful than love itself for one discovers himself/herself better in that process.On a lighter note, how many times would one need to 'fall in love'for knowing the self completely?
When I say, I love dancing; I feel elated when I dance; I connect to the real me when I dance.......I feel I am out of the worldly worries holding me back.Honestly, DANCE is the only thing am confident of loving & mark my word...I'll love it till the end.......:)
Love is being happy when with someone/something - Well again, the selfish connotation of Love erupts....worries about one's own happiness.....
I will continue later.....
Love is being happy when with someone/something - Well again, the selfish connotation of Love erupts....worries about one's own happiness.....
I will continue later.....
