A secret garden

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
  Alfred Tennyson

I was watching a Malayalam move the other day” Arike” (“So Close”) by Shyam Prasad..It is the story of what appears to be an intense romantic relationship. The story of two young lovers who are so deeply in love and cannot think of a life without each other.And  they decide to live together and have submitted the application for their marriage and  waiting for those few long days to pass.

The story is passionate and touches you and evokes all your romantic fantasies and memories.

While reading a love letter she just received, she tells her friend ‘I never received such an intense love letter from anyone before.I know it is because he hasn't seen me for few days"

“So you mean to say you had love affairs before?” asks her friend.

"Ah, yes, I often fall in love,but this one is different. I started while I was in eighth standard in school. There was this good looking boy who was in love with me and I said I will commit suicide if I don’t marry him. He was transferred to another school when his father changed his job. Then again I fell in love while I was doing Pre degree”.

Her friend is shocked to hear this.  All the time she was thinking that this was the only true love she had seen.

Towards the end of the story, the girl easily walks out on the boy, leaving him confused and stranded.

Had she actually loved this boy?

Is falling in love a sickness?

Do people who fall in love do it repeatedly?

Is love an addiction?

I am sure there are people out there who would argue that if you fall out of love, that was not true love, only infatuation. But then, what is true love? Is there a love without a physical component to it? Isn’t love like an addiction?

For many years, I carried a burden. There was a lingering ache that formed the reason for a million regrets... And took time to heal and recover.

Looking back, I don’t regret the time I messed up, but I know now I could have been hurt less and created even more possibilities for myself, if I had known what relationships meant.

Time changes relationships.

Pictures never change, but the people in them do. Your best friend can become your worst enemy, or your worst enemy can turn into your best friend. ‘Forever’ turns into a few short months. You can let go of something or someone, you once said you couldn’t live without. And you are the living proof. The person, who once wanted to spend every second with you, go on living, not even bothering where you are or what has happened to you. People make promises despite knowing how common it is for those promises to be broken.  People can erase you from their lives just because it’s easier for them to go on with their own lives.

You might think you made the biggest mistake of your life, and if only you didn’t do it you wouldn’t be in pain right now. Don’t take that road…..there’s nothing good down there. I tried it and it was a bumpy ride and never took me anywhere. Make peace with your past so it won’t mess up your present.

Never ignore the person who loves you, cares for you, and misses you. Because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars. If someone walks out of your life, let them. There’s no use in wasting your time on people that leave you. What you make of yourself and your future  has nothing more to do with them.

I am walking away from everything I had,
I need a room with new colors,
there was a time,
when I didn’t mind living the life of others.

Are you loving the pain, loving the pain,
and with everyday everyday,

I try to move on ,
whatever it was, whatever it was,
there’s nothing now you changed new age.

So much fire that it burned my wings,
her heat was amazing,
now I’m dreaming of the simple things.
Old ways erased.
If love was a word I don’t understand,
simplest sound with four letters.

New age

“Can miles truly separate you .....?  If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?”

Richard Bach

courtsey: Mista Bobby