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Bitter Sweet

Watched too many films like - Athadu, Bommarillu, What happens in Vegas,  Mohobattein and warped in the world of love... Need that. Sometimes, even the melodramas offer a bit of sanity...

There are so many thrills in the initial drama of love. No wonder it is the most coveted topic and the most sought out emotion. When the love touches one’s heart, the curiosity of knowing the other person, just wraps them up in a shell that is indestructible and impenetrable from the outside world. The lovers form a world of their own, each seeking the beauty of the other, through their eyes and learning how to see the world from their collective perspective. Like a gift wrapped in colored papers, each new discovery gives a jolt of electricity through the veins, with the blood gushing through the nervous system, teaching emotions and feelings that existed in mutiny until then. The world seems colourful, hopeful and above all, there is this happiness that revolves, encouraging one to surpass the realms of their imagination, to embrace, to express, to defend, to claim their most sought out companion, their alter ego.

The tittle-tattle, the seamless banter that lasts hours, the midnight whispers on the phone, the hour meet in the cafe, the occasional movie, the gifts and the sweet nothings – well, the days pass, before one realizes the passed time and there, suddenly, the world seems different and the little buds of love soon blossoms into a flower, showcasing its beauty and perhaps, its life span - blooming before it fades into oblivion, just like the lifespan of the flower. Alas, while the flower is completely blossomed, it is worth every second of its majestic beauty, despite the impending unspeakable. And, for that blossom, many a heart throbs, awaiting the buds and sometimes the blossom.

As it progresses through the days of life, love, crowns the prince, making him the knight of the princess, who dreams her world around her hero. Her hero, who stands tall, winning the battles that come their way, protecting his princess from any and every obstacle down the path. Is this not what the romantic authors bring on to the unsuspecting minds, the gorgeous hunk, the beautiful world of love, the endless patience and versatility of the hero and the forever dependent heroine? And how far can this be from the reality of life? No blame on the authors out there and no nipping the bud, but, how very far from the truth can we get? Love, though coveted, like the most sought-out over-priced jewel, is the most dangerous of potions that alter mind and heart, never leaving the consumer in the same shape. It itself does not exist in one single form to succeed in lasting through the deformities of a human mind, no wonder the test of time beats it more often than not! Yes, yes, there is always an exception, but why can’t it be the other way that time is the one that loses its battle to love, that love stands tall through the test of times and fills the time with memories, bitter sweet? One has to wonder!!!

Comments

Su.. said…
Alas... Harsh reality :)...

Just a simple question before I move ahead... How many movies can you watch in a single day (make sure you talk something that is human) :)...

Love.. Life... First love... etc etc... Sounds like a big topic that can have many opinions but then.. It would be a wrong thing to say that 'there is nothing called love'... It exists but yea.. The definition does change with time... There are exceptions though :)...
Mahita said…
@Su
Perhaps love exists, perhaps, it does not.. the post does not point out its existence or inexistence... :)
Su.. said…
Okay.. Then why dont u explain in one sentence the gist of this post :)... Just one sentence.. :)
Mahita said…
@Su,
Hmm... to answer that, I was wondering - why is that time ALWAYS is the last winner, when love is supposedly eternal! :)

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