Love is a Nemesis

How do you know if you are in love? Does the world seem like a better place? Do you suddenly feel like you have a reason do be happy? Does it matter what other people think? Do you care what your love thinks?

So many questions, not enough answers! It is apt to say that only time will tell because although time is a good listener and observer, it is also a portal through which things happen and this portal can rarely be manipulated. Time, love’s greatest challenge, can pose as an advantage to someone or a disadvantage. It is all subjective but within its subjectivity lies the quintessence of individuality!

To quote from a very famous play, Love is a many splendid thing! You wake up at random hours of the morning thinking about what you’ll wear the next time you see this person! What fragrance you shall smother over yourself, hopefully the one redolent of the first time you two shared your first kiss together. You start dreaming of an alfresco parol taking place one exquisite Sunday afternoon, listening to the jocund skirling of a pauper on the side of an empty pathway emulating that of a bridge in the park crossing the silent river. Needn’t let the weltering trees bring down your spirits! As long as you have one another, the world seems oblivious to you!

Limning the type of dreams one can have once love has captured someone, I have realised, is torture to those who have not been so lucky to have experienced it. If I tell you the technical term for folding one’s fingers over the other’s so as to make it look like one when holding hands, which is interdigitate, will it make you feel less lovesick? And if I randomly reworded the saying Birds of a feather flock together to Birds of a feather are gregarious, will it distract you from the thought of not having the one with whom you can flock solemnly or will it just rankle you?