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Entirety.

How often do we undergo self-realization? For you, I don't know but for me, I try to self analyze myself every day as to how kind or evil I have been. And to my utmost truthfulness, it turns out that I'm a sensitive person. 

I reckon how I've listened to numerous stories of other's success and heartbreaks. But very rarely I see people express themselves in words when they're in love. I find it rather foolish to define pain with such sincerity and just hide away the happiness and butterflies of being in love. 

I remember asking my late grandma whether she loved grandpa (nana ji). And I was waiting for an extraordinary reply but to my surprise, her answer was rather very satisfying. She told me that she didn't find the reason to label the feelings she had for grandpa as Love, for it felt very restricting. She said, what she felt for grandpa was affection, care, concern, trust, respect, anger and whatnot. But despite a mixture of such feelings she was very well assured that he was the man she wanted to feel all these feelings for.

It is rather astonishing for me that I am recalling her words tonight. I feel everything she had said in its entirety and believe that I'd not call it "love" anymore and rather accept all of it in a more vivid manner. For me, if my opinion holds any instance in anyone's life, I believe that it's the moment that you allow to share with someone and it's the tune of your body when that person is around should be the only reason for you to continue your rendezvous with him/her. The entirety of the situation and the presence should overwhelm you in a manner that shall bring you immense joy.

Love rather is bondage to a particular norm set by books and movies. And perhaps to avoid saying "I love You", and still expressing it why don't we say those things which might actually feel warm to the ears of the listener like, "I trust you, I know you'll do it, I understand you " etc.

Pritha Krishna

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  1. vandhiyathevanMarch 6, 2021 at 6:48 PM

    This piece is really touching! Keep giving more this :)

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    1. Pritha KrishnaMarch 6, 2021 at 7:46 PM

      Thank you so much for the motivation.

      Glad you liked it.

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  2. UnknownMay 31, 2021 at 1:11 AM

    Wooww... something very real...🥰🥰🥰

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