Tere Vaste mera ishq sufiyana, mera ishq sufiyana mera ishq sufiyana....
kay sunder asta na he feeling, the feeling of being in love......its strange that people can never exactly tell that whether they are in love or is it just a feeling of feeling of falling in love....
How do you feel it then, you are watching some movie (any movie for that matter) and suddenly a scene or dialogue reminds you of someone, and then you are no longer following the story but you are running a story of yourself parallel to the movie....you can dream of romantic drizzle with rainbows and go all giggles with the thought of a sensuous rain dance while the hero in current movie is mourning loudly over his mothers death.....(you are dead meat if you are hanging out with your friends.....just the thought that they will torture you for months to come terrifies you more than the real torture....the nice drizzle is replaced with a heavy downpour and beautiful clean streets are turned into muddy potholes....order another round of beer and pizzas if your friends are guys and probably you will survive the night..)
its worst when you are with parents (especially if you are officially the groom/bride to be age) when you go into one of those (imaginary)flashbacks at the lunch table when your mom is eager to pin point that you don't pay much attention to anything that they say and it's time you settle down..(a sharp nosed aunt will really take the pains to escort you the last mile towards grave by giving a word-by-word account of how her far flung relatives daughter/niece/son/nephew etc. did something that any person should not be discussing on lunch table) and then all you can do is push aside the rosy pictures you are painting of you and that beautiful person away for a while and eat without uttering another word.
But do we really fall in love as many times as we think we do? is it really love or overdose of romantic flicks or novels or pushy friends or overexcited hormones? what is love then? is it a search of another mind by our own to take away the loneliness created for the very purpose of fulfilling this need? or is it plain simple desire coated in the form of a subtle and acceptable way by our minds? or is it something you see in the KJo movies and hundreds of thousands of poets and authors and filmmakers have defined as?
I think that I have had a fare share of love in my life and when I ask myself these questions the answer changes every time based on the person I am in love with.....but it's never so clear to be stated and understood. It is a feeling that is more to be experienced than to be told about.....but then how does one know whether it's love he/she is experiencing or something else? (shut up I say to my intellectual half) as many have told in many films, "You'll know" ;)
kay sunder asta na he feeling, the feeling of being in love......its strange that people can never exactly tell that whether they are in love or is it just a feeling of feeling of falling in love....
How do you feel it then, you are watching some movie (any movie for that matter) and suddenly a scene or dialogue reminds you of someone, and then you are no longer following the story but you are running a story of yourself parallel to the movie....you can dream of romantic drizzle with rainbows and go all giggles with the thought of a sensuous rain dance while the hero in current movie is mourning loudly over his mothers death.....(you are dead meat if you are hanging out with your friends.....just the thought that they will torture you for months to come terrifies you more than the real torture....the nice drizzle is replaced with a heavy downpour and beautiful clean streets are turned into muddy potholes....order another round of beer and pizzas if your friends are guys and probably you will survive the night..)
its worst when you are with parents (especially if you are officially the groom/bride to be age) when you go into one of those (imaginary)flashbacks at the lunch table when your mom is eager to pin point that you don't pay much attention to anything that they say and it's time you settle down..(a sharp nosed aunt will really take the pains to escort you the last mile towards grave by giving a word-by-word account of how her far flung relatives daughter/niece/son/nephew etc. did something that any person should not be discussing on lunch table) and then all you can do is push aside the rosy pictures you are painting of you and that beautiful person away for a while and eat without uttering another word.
But do we really fall in love as many times as we think we do? is it really love or overdose of romantic flicks or novels or pushy friends or overexcited hormones? what is love then? is it a search of another mind by our own to take away the loneliness created for the very purpose of fulfilling this need? or is it plain simple desire coated in the form of a subtle and acceptable way by our minds? or is it something you see in the KJo movies and hundreds of thousands of poets and authors and filmmakers have defined as?
I think that I have had a fare share of love in my life and when I ask myself these questions the answer changes every time based on the person I am in love with.....but it's never so clear to be stated and understood. It is a feeling that is more to be experienced than to be told about.....but then how does one know whether it's love he/she is experiencing or something else? (shut up I say to my intellectual half) as many have told in many films, "You'll know" ;)
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