Sitting in a cool café and sipping on my warm
coffee, thinking to myself what is love and everything else that goes with it? One table I can see young college love
birds, eyes in eyes and hands in hands. Their world revolved around each
other’s hearts, their love was literally within each other (ahem ahem well now
don't get naughty) :p I was thinking to myself can this be love ???
Suddenly a family sat next to them, well the love birds became a little
disappointed with their new company and stop their coo-chii-cooing ;) The
family seemed like they were supposed to catch a train after hogging over some
crispy samosa and garam garam chai. They had two kids. Mom was fussing over her
son. She was making him eat and he was busy playing with tissue papers (kid’s
nah find everything very fascinating). Poor Dad was putting socks and shoes for
his reluctant little princess, who was acting like her dad was forcing her do
some nasty piece of homework :p Then again I felt this is love that lies in
each parents for their own.
After hogging on some yummy, hot and crispy sandwich toast. I realized a very
elderly couple were sitting right beside me and staring at every one. They both
were sharing their cup of tea. They seemed so much at peace; they did not
bother to stare in each one’s eyes. Neither had they held hands. They did not
fuss over each other. They were sitting and sipping tea one by one, looking at
life pass by...
Looking at all of them I realised love grows, from ishqwala love were we can
see love in our crushes eyes, to parivaar wala love that is for our children,
to zindagi bhar sath nibhane wala love were we get old sharing everlasting
memories together…
