Many things, called LOVE!

Refer dictionary and you shall get the meanings like "a strong affection," "an unselfish, loyal and benevolent concern for others," and " to feel a passion or tenderness." Practically, LOVE represents a million varied feelings while visiting personal opinions and expressions of  people. That truly recounts that one’s personal opinion about love is it's most complicated a FEELING and goes much deeper than any other such thing.

Traditionally, To love is to give up everything for another’s happiness. So says the high-esteemed narratives on love-tales of eternal lovers world over. Even in India, we have quite a few stories of selfless and devotional love not only of Radha-Krishna but a lot other mortal stories

Though, a pragmatic approach (as per my own feelings and observations..) is not to be just plane-irrational with state of affairs as it never culminates with the desired end. Likewise, it all operates in Love.  The more you try to give//like/impress/devote to someone, the more you forget who you really are, and it really makes your very world very fragile and vulnerable.

Love is not something that you choose; it just happens. Love is the deepest emotion that a person could feel; it cannot be righteously expressed by words alone, but shown through actions.

Love does not always signify romance and fun. The dark side of love is tragedy and separation, coupled with the struggle to live together and to continue loving each other even in the face of self doubts relationship challenges and societal opposition.

To really love, to know the true meaning one must have felt the tender touch of the devilish angel. Love is not being able to sleep because all you can do is think of that person. It is what gives a desolate person reason to wake up in the morning. Love is to sacrifice yourself for another; to allow yourself to become spiritless in hopes that another will be blissful. Love is cruel to the touch and plays a very dirty game. To love is to let go and pray every waking moment in desperate hopes that one day your love will return.




Love is not being selfish; not leaving the one that you care for over a petty disagreement. It is not simply infatuation; no, it is much more. Love is not defined by books, but by the heart. It is not simply giving up on something you truly cherish. It is not hurting, nor is it repressing the pain, because you have someone there to aid you during all the harsh times one endures. It is not chosen, but given.

In the end, when one realizes this sense of love, it shows that love knows no age, sex, race, weight, or any boundary. Love is knowing that you can share your deepest emotions know that the person will not only not laugh at you, but care for you all the more. It is not a sense of mere infatuation, nor is it fickle and feeble. It is the deepest sensation that keeps the human heart beating.