Wednesday, June 27, 2012

What is love made of?

It's the stuff of poems and legends and stories, but what is it really MADE of? Then again, is it really made of some "thing"?

Is it made of stolen kisses in an empty lift? Is it those walks around the park? Is it the SMS conversations that last the whole day? Is it the movies watched together, the plays enjoyed, the concerts attended? Is the playlist that defined so much you couldn't say?

Is it hormones going wild? Ideas which never existed before but suddenly become important? Chemical reactions in the brain? Intangible feelings overly romanticized?

Is it two people tied together inexorably and completely? Is it lust and passion?

Know what I think?

It is made of all this and more.

But essentially, I think love is made of shared breakfasts and lunches and dinners. It is when you miss the other person for something as simple as food.


Gautham said...

This is simply lovely.

Ayesha said...

I am glad you like it :)

Kavya said...

Food does it, alright!
Such thoughts you have...

Ayesha said...

It's the most fundamental thing I could think of. And I could not think of anything more important :)