THE ONE

Village, City and State  is Geography. One, two and three is Mathematics. Love doesn't know or have these stuffs. But it’s everywhere, in its every kind.

HE was stunned as he went on the calling bell and found a dazzling beauty; HE was a play boy with many girlfriends and roamed in the city with 3-4 sim cards; HE learnt English for his Anglo Indian girl; SHE wore saaree for the first time for her lover; HE gave her free cable connection; SHE took a free tuition for his sisters kids; THEY gave missed calls and giggled even when they were in the opposite cabins. Each love story is a kind.

How many parents do we find in our society asking their kids “Show me your girl and let’s get her?” How many guys do we find in our streets following their lady loves not even knowing their names? How many girls do we find in our families who are still silently uttering their first loves name in their prayers? Again, each is a kind. This love is holding together the whole world and also you and me.

Hence, Let this universe be filled with this ever lasting love.  Let the girl who left her guy at the very station they first loved, be happy ever after, Let there be happiness in the life’s of adolescent lovers who where caught in the game of lust, Let there not be rain at the wedding day of lovers who are fighting in the bus stand, Let that lovers who departed with one final kiss in lift never meet in their life, Let the week and the strong become gods at the point of love, Love is celebrated all around the world: As a Romanian philosopher writes

"What can the love in my soul be compared to another wonderful soul which is so far and yet so close of my self?

What can this symbiosis between two souls can be?

What can love be when you feel you cannot sleep at night, that every drop of dew becomes a crystal in your heart, when every breeze of wind has magical meanings?

What can love be when you feel that you want nothing more in this world that to be with the soul you love?

But what can love be in other transcendental realities? What about our souls?

Are our souls a waterfall, a true Niagara or a smile, a flirt of an angel?

But what really happens in that transcendental reality when we feel we are truly in love, that we love so much that it hurts?

What are all these? What are the looks lost in the desert horizons of unfulfilment or those in the eyes that deeply loose each other in the others inside the souls?"

Sorin Cerin

When we talk of love, we search and search for words and finally get lost without words, then comes a silence and love’s beauty lies in that silence. We can find people looking out for their ‘ONE’, their love, their life and their world, so am I. Waiting to love and to be loved.

Okay, so finding love is DEFINITELY something I’d like to do… but to be honest I’m not in a real rush! Right now I am trying to enjoy being single; and find love in myself. I can’t expect others to love me if I can’t love myself. I’m also enjoying the freedom that comes with being single: traveling when and where I want, doing what I like & not having to answer to anyone.

So while my ultimate goal is to find my love, I’m not in a rush, I’m going to love myself in the mean time (oh, and I’ll still love myself after too)^^