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Love Defined..



I woke up in the morning with nothing special to look up to, like all my other days, as living in this fast, emotionless metro is turning my life into that of a workaholic robot, with no time to stand and behold. Yes yes I know - it is part of the package of having a well-paying white-collar job, but it gets too much sometimes for a small-town girl's deceased dreams of a more romantic and glamorous life.

But sometimes my life really knows how to surprise me.
I ended up having a great day at work, including a birthday bash, and a pizza party with pals after so long. To top it off, I finally was able to push my lazy bones and sweat it out on the treadmill, followed by a futile-yet-fun shopping spree with my roomie (sorry but 'flatie' is no word. I googled it just now)/soul sister/away-from-home-mama (would get back to her in some future post. Pinky promise! :p)
However, the best moment of the day was when I realized something divine (eh?!) while commuting back to home and listening on repeat an old Sufi favorite of mine, about what is Love? (old question.. booo :p )

Hahaha! I know most of you would go babbling this and that about what Love means to one and to all, but I found a really revolutionary interpretation of Love (at least for myself). Well here it goes..

"What is love? And why do we limit such a feeling to an individual, if it is such a great feeling? Would it not be more convenient to love, just love, not any one - but everyone. 
Love life..
Love God..
Love death..
Love all the fellows around..
Love all the animals..
Love the leaves, the flowers, the walls, the bed.. Anything.. Everything
Just love.. Without bothering to answer who..
Like being happy and sad, depressed or optimistic, feel the love-without requiring an image to induce it in you.."

I know with each new word the faith of yours in my insanity is getting stronger and stronger, but get used to it. After all, if you have the patience to read this blog, you will be having some to tolerate me too. Yes! Yes! You can do it! ;-)

Anyway (FYI I hate all those smug arrogant show-offs who use "anyways" in place of an innocently simple "anyway"), coming back to the topic, that was my enlightenment moment (trust me, I have many of them - more than bomb blasts in a week in Syria.. Oops is somebody offended out there? ) when the sun started looking shinier and the day just got warmer and, most importantly, life just got simpler. After all, why do we bet out hopes and beliefs on a mere, fallible, gullible, so-easily-manipulated men (or women.. yeah yeah). Lets get out and shower everyone with that precious, pure love of yours. I do believe that someone out there, at some point of time, would be sitting out there to respond to it. 

And lastly, appending the lyrics of the song that sparked this epiphany moment..

Qatra mila samandar se Samandar ho gaya..
(A Drop met with the Sea and became a Sea)
Aashiq mila jo maut se Qalandar ho gaya..
(A Lover met Death and became a Saint)

Ye duniya faani hai.. Aani-jani hai..
Ishq toh ishq hai Allah ki meherbani hai..
(This world is transient - comes and goes, but Love is Love - it is Allah's gift)
Ishq hazir hai sooli pe latak jaane ko..
Maut se badhkar saza doge kya deewane ko..
(My Love is present here to be crucified by you all.. What greater punishment than Death can you give to a crazy lover?)

Cheers to this blind faith for such mad n crazy love!
I love you all like that! Trust me ;-)

Love,

Enigma

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