Things i know about love

I was in my neighboring city ,visiting my distant relatives over a family reunion. The place wasn't much of a metro feels but it sure was crowdy.

Birds were missing in the sky and the charm of retro lifestyle was glooming. The roads were overstretched as if they'll be announced as the capital of state in few days. It was busy yet calm.

The way through our relative's was different, they were living in the outskirts. The air was much breathable and the scene of trees dancing in the song of winds were amazing. 

I was reading a book ,A typical indie romance which was full of setbacks and sterotypes explaining me about love and it's rules.

Love was a fascinating thing for me, it always was and will be the biggest one ever. I used to dive deep in them searching for tricks and mantras.

The book was much more exciting for me than the views of outskirts. My maa was pulling my shirt while shouting in amazement and happiness , but i wasn't. I just gazed at them absent mindly and nod in awe. 

It was beautiful , i knew it from my maa's voice. Anyways the car moved on like a slug and we finally reached. It was nice furnished and lavishly designed home. We attended the function and i was concerned with the main course only.

The jalebis ,high rated sweets and the desserts i can't even name the 'n' number of dishes being served there . I don't even knew why we were there. And yes i thought it was a reunion.

After i was done with the food i went outside to walk a few streets for the proper diposition of food .  I took some deep breathes and observed that the walls of some houses were covered in creepers and vines. Most the name plates read ex army officers, govt officials and some rich surnames. It looked like a colony of old and retired people. No children playing outside, just our relatives house filled with charm. The echoes can be felt and lapwings chirping.

 Algae covering the house borders, silence everywhere.

Just i was about to go back , i noticed a couple. They were old , old enough that they weren't even able to walk with a straight back. The women was flaunting her long hairs like a young woman in early thirties, wearing casual comfy clothes and a hand holding her husband's stiff yet old arms. The man was in his trousers ,a polo shirt with walking surrport and perfectly combed hairs. A beautiful and charming 70 year old combo.

They were walking slowly in a steady pace, i was watching them from the other end of street. A small murmuring sound was audible as they were chatting too.

They locked the house before leaving for the walk, i judged that they might be living alone, No kids and no pets. Slowly they disappeared in the diversing streets and i was still there. Something strucked my mind and i entered a deep thought about age and death. A lot of overthinking was happening within my small logical brain and the fact that i might be away from my parents when they'll grow old and they might die someday haunted me in a few seconds. For a moment i was covered with fictional love and that point all i could i see was omnipresent realty. The reality of death and solitude. The reality of ageing. The reality of life.

I said to myself " they are still holding eachother and still walking like life has no end". They may be dead in a week , few months or years. They know about it and still living freely. 

My paranoia was also covering respect and wise motivation too. I wanted to be like them.

The love story within the pages wasn't a reality. They never write the reality i said to myself. My parents did love marriage and still they have fights several times a week. They're not perfect as the love i know.

The book says that love will find you, love is beautiful , love is peace in suffocation, love will easy and the bullshit love will never be. 

All i experienced within my 17 year old journey and every possible romantic novels was that, "love isn't what they tell me!".

The kind of love the couple had for each other , even in their old age, Still holding hands and chatting like teens. This showed me the other side of love. The side my parents showed me but the stereotypes of books couldn't.

They fight a lot, agrue over silly things , don't gift each other something and don't go to vacations to have some personal time. But i knew how hard my father works to pay for my fortunes and how hard my maa works for everyone so silently.

After this whole choas , still my parents are together. They are happy and still fighting with the days.

The books never told me about love the way people around me narrated in a silent tone.

My deep thought of introspection was discontinued when my father called me in the house for a family photo. I hate photos, i can't pose normally when I'm told to. But i went in and smiled genuinely. I was happy to know and acknowledge the fact that little things of life are teaching me about love. I was just not paying attention to them. 

Love isn't what they tell you it is, it's the opposite of it. Super messy, irritating, burden, pain , full of suffering and all the bad parts of good. But still love is the only thing that is present everywhere.

It teaches you about being happy in worst of the times, about the things you need to hold on whenever you are low and about everything life can ever teach you.

Love is the best thing to ever experience, it makes the heartbreaks easy , it makes the pain fade away, it makes you stronger.

Love is just the good and bad parts combined.

This all doesn't makes sense , just the way love never does. Be gracious for whatever you are served with and look for the end of tunnel always. 

You should believe that there are people , things and even this whole universe in love with you.

Keep fighting and living.

Love is always there, just not in the form our stupid and tiny brain can imagine in time.

-zindagi aur kuch bhi nahi, teri meri kahani hai....