For the one who's miles away
You are the reason for my smiles
Love you with all my heart
I promise we will never part
The feeling is never gonna change
My love for you does not have any range
With time and tides, we will withstand every storm
You are the love that I had always hoped for
The dream that I was chasing all this while
You are the wish, I had never expected to come true
You are the blessing in my anguish
I am so blessed to have someone like you
It makes me love you even more
every day, every second, every moment
Thank you for all the happiness!! 

By Parthajyoti Dutta

What is real Love?

Of late I have been searching around for a simple answer to this simpler question. Google it and you will find some of the most unrealistic and impractical answers. The delightful couples holding their hands and candidly chuckling. The pink cheeks and the non stop chit chat to which the guy is totally engrossed on to. Is he pretending to listen to or is he actually listening? The guy being totally lost in her eyes.

There are the breed of couples found to be displaying affection publicly at most popular lover points. And then are the mature breed, having serious talks of life at a nearby CCD.

Looking at them makes me wonder, what is the mysterious power which binds them together?
Is this what is termed as "Ishqwala love"?

I don't think so. The "Ishqwala love" owes a lot nowadays to credit and debit cards. Eternal, unconditional love is directly or indirectly connected with the number of roses exchanged or the cups of coffee sipped together at the pricey CCD or Barista.

And this situation changes as time passes by, with responsibilities which keep doubling every passing year. So was it fake initially or have we changed?? The dream like state does change at some point of time eventually.

Then what is real love?

It was when your best buddy at school used to preserve the next seat for you. It was when your brother Kept your secrets so that you are not beaten by dad. It was when your mom used to call up your classmates, if you are late while returning from school.

In these little things love was and always will be. Because, if it dies, it wasn't really love.

~~~ By Parthajyoti Dutta