From the past few days, I desperately wanted to write down something. As I thought of the possible topics… the chain of thoughts was... >>> I love writing…>>>I joined IBC because I loved to express and I find appreciators here>>>   with the recurrence of the word LOVE in thoughts.. I finally decided to write about something associated to love… and then waiting for days, for the  thoughts to develop upon… And then a day(*a night) comes , when the circumstances around me serve as an inspiration to go ahead with writing about the most divine feeling which rests in our heart… LOVE. 

Following is what I messaged to my friend one night…

12:49am, 3 Apr

Love.... What is love??....

 Every time I think about defining love, I find myself being put to a vocabulary test...

But certain small daily life incidents help you understand the term LOVE, which might sound short.. But is a million fathoms deep... For those who believe it...

And I say this based on what happened with me in the past 1hr...

Well... A girl... In process of becoming a lady....my lady.... Even when I was asleep due to health issues, and knowing that my mobile’s net was off, continued to update me with all that she has been doing while I was asleep. So that when I wake up... I don't find myself missing on anything in the 4hours of sleep...

Next... I wake up exactly at the time when she moves on to her bed.. (we assume it to be ours..) ..and  I wake up at the same time... and we go for a short call... Brings in satisfaction.. and promises a sound sleep ahead...

Then.. She asks me to have something before I go on to resume my sleep.. I promise her I will ...and then she sleeps...

I walk down to my dining area... and find nothing to feed myself...

Neither the remains of the main course.. Nor any supplements to keep my promise to my lady.....

Reason:  Mom and dad returned from a party and finding me asleep, they presumed that I'd wake up in the morning and they went to sleep...

Discovering I had nothing to eat and realizing that an empty stomach won't let me sleep and might bring back my headache.. and remembering the promise I made to my lady, I finally decide to knock my house's master bedroom...at 11:54 pm...

In the 2nd knock.. I hear dad whispering to maa, “ AKSHAY IS AWAKE..MUST BE HUNGRY.. U DON'T WORRY.. I WILL TAKE CARE....”.

NEXT…

 Dad comes up to the door... Opens it... And before I could tell him that I am hungry.. He himself asks, “AKSHAY.. WHAT SHOULD I COOK FOR YOU BETA??”

I had knocked the door just to confirm whether the main course was cooked or not.. So that I could feed myself on that.. But he knew what all I would ask and before I could say anything, he said, “I THINK I SHOULD COOK POHA FOR YOU. YOU LIKE IT I KNOW.. ESPECIALLY WHEN I COOK.. AND its READY TO cook and READY TO eat”. Much in  a south Indian spirit.... and asked me to lend him 5mins..

 All throughout,  I could just nod my head in agreement...

Then I assisted him in making the dish for me...

Well it took him 7minutes to cook it for me.. But the taste it possessed... Deserved the extra 2minutes wait...

 NEXT…

As I sat down to have my midnight meal... He brings me a water bottle which I forgot near the purifier after refilling it and says,” I HOPE ITS GOOD... I DIDN'T HAVE MUCH TIME TO COOK IT....”, and my smile meant his efforts didn't go in vain...

Yes the dish was mind-blowingly tasty...

He moved back to his room.. and I had my meal in the dining area…

 As I had my last spoon of poha... I hear him moving back to his door, opening it… and saying,” AKSHAY… IF THAT WASN'T ENOUGH... WE HAVE ORANGES IN THE BASKET.. AND BANANAS AS WELL...” never realising that now I am a college going student, grown enough to manage at least this much. But then ... This is parent's love and consideration and it always remains the same, be his child crossing any age…

 NEXT...

Having fed myself.. I walk up to the sink... clean the plate.. Keeping it back at its place..

And before I switch off the lights, I am reminded of someone… and I take a few steps back to the washbasin.. Pick up my toothbrush from the holder.. and start brushing my teeth after the meal... and all throughout I do it.. I am immersed in the thoughts of the one who brought this change in me...to brush before I go to sleep...

NEXT…

 I move on to my bed… Close my eyes.. But then I receive a few pics of mine, clicked during a recent outing. They weren't ordinary pics, instead, my dear friend took the pains of editing it in a way that would please me to an extent which is beyond all measure...

I felt the awesomeness of the series of events I went through… and thanked God to have gifted me with such loving souls in my life…

NEXT…

 I think of sharing this experience with my lady and a dear friend and thus start writing it all down for them... Presently asleep... But I know... they'll go through it all with patience…  and this will bring a bright smile on their face which will light up my coming morning...

 Various forms of love…

 Various forms of care…

 And I find myself so blessed to have felt the presence of love everywhere...

1:18am, 3 Apr  …

DISCLAIMER:

Parts of the above excerpt from my life might contain some hypothetical characters. Any resemblance to a person is purely coincidental.