Today, my friend told me a beautiful little love story. There was this boy, let’s call him the green forest guy who worked hard to buy his first car with his own salary. But more than the car itself, what mattered to him was that she would be the first person to sit in it. And life, being what it is, threw in clashing schedules and a hundred little obstacles, but he didn’t let any of that stop him. He made it happen.
Because that is what love does, it finds a way.
Listening to that story made me think about how love quietly wraps itself around all of us, sometimes loudly, sometimes in whispers.
Like how my one friend lights up when she says she is slowly turning into a mini version of her partner. How she cooks for him with so much care, and how he treasures the tiniest things that connect him to her, how he remembers the details and wants her to experience every best thing in life.
Another friend of mine waits for hours outside exam halls, just to be there when his girl walks out. And yet another friend of mine is the rock for his partner, the one who silently holds everything together so that he can grow, rise, and shine.
Different stories. Same emotion. The same thread.
It reminded me of the string I was tied to, the love I hold so dearly in my heart. But you see, this is how it is. This is life, a very old story, somebody has to go first. I lost him to death. But, he is still here. In the air I breathe, in the pauses between my thoughts, in the way I feel things even more deeper now.
Love doesn’t end. It can't if ever it existed. It changes form. It lives on in stories, in memories that refuse to fade.
Love is all around and sometimes, if you are quiet enough, you can hear it more loudly
Beautiful, Tapasya. I found this deeply moving 🤍✨🙏
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