One of those thoughts that arise when all of a sudden your general shower becomes a waterfall and you're flooded with just thoughts. Too many thoughts. I somehow feel that when we have nothing to think about and we end up thinking about only happy things then it truly means that we're happy from within. And then you just realize that Love is not just an EMOTION. It is a HABIT. Indeed a good habit :)
For example, people have different ways of expressing love. Some can word their feelings exactly as they feel and some can't. I belong to the former category and I feel really good about it. My childhood best friend Radhika says that she isn't good with words much as I am. But then again she's made me feel so loved through so many different ways that I wonder if she's an even greater Ninja than me because unlike me she doesn't even need words to express her love towards me. Right now even after she reads this I don't want her to come and tell me how she felt when she read what I've written for her because I just want her to feel happy internally. That is love maybe. She is a lot more sensible than me and she teaches me to somehow understand things without being said because she knows that I'll understand :) Although people whom I'm closest to, none of them are good with words. Like my sister doesn't do funny dance with me and my brother but at the same time she laughs and says - "This has to be on video". Maybe that is love because though she doesn't do things we ask her to but still she participates and appreciates what we do. And she made me the best birthday video too, which is definitely too much love. Its been 7 months now since my dadi passed away but my dadu when alone still switches on all the serials that she used to watch. I think it kinds of gives him a feeling that she is still somewhere beside him. Maybe that is love :).
My Mom and Dad love me all the time and trust me I find it very weird ! Because my mumma makes me feel like I've aced some sort of Olympiad when I fully solve a cryptic crossword. And when my dad himself gets me hot gulab jamuns rather than sending some staff even when it is raining crazy at night then I feel happy. I'm happy not because he got me gulab jamuns but because by doing this he assured me that even when times are difficult he's gonna still do things for me. And yes maybe that is love. :)
Similarly if your friend gets you a POLO early in the morning or lands up outside your college surprisingly then maybe that counts as love too. And when a new friend of yours (who likes to have a really heavy breakfast at 5 am, haha :P) tells you that she likes your blog even without you ever mentioning about it to her then it also makes you happy lovingly :) Or maybe when your Library Teacher who hates you so much that she even suspended your issue card passes a smile to you even then you feel awkwardly happy. And then again when your retarded blogger friend who also happens to be a great dancer shares all her boyfriend issues and skips those college classes too that you don't attend somehow makes you feel loved too. Or when Tanmay, Swamy, Zubin and Chris agree to watch a girly movie like 'An Affair to Remember' with Anaaya, Alya, Zheaa and me and even break down literally crying more than us on watching the last scene then even that shows how much of love exists in our daily lives. :)
Because honestly I don't know if love is really that complex or not but it really gets simple when you love the love that you want.
For when my friend Nikita asked me once - " Have you fallen in love, Aayushi? "
I cheekily replied - " Wrong question. Ask me when did I ever fall out of Love?" :)
