Falling in Love is such a feeling

Falling in love feels like a rollercoaster ride. It has ups and downs, but you trust the person you are with. You feel butterflies in your stomach. You’re excited to see this person. It’s hard to focus on anything else. If someone says, Love is the most beautiful feeling in the world, trust that person, not because there's something pleasant that might have happened but because it really is. Just think of that fresh and bright petal of rose, red and glossy, which catches your eye and despite of having the habit of plucking flowers, you just let that piece be, just in that colossal way. You bear this sensation of cherishing that beauty, that tenderness it has spread into your vision. Such is love.

Now don't get that love is to be with a beautiful face or it's look-orientated or something, its way more than that. When you are in love, everything's gonna appear beautiful to you, everything seems jolly about that person, even the silliest and the lamest of things are going to seem cool to you. No, one doesn't get blind to faults or anything, but the general gossips that come out about someone regarding some actions, you don't do the same to the person you are in love with. You instead understand the situation, try to retain things and justify the action on your own. That's companionship, that's understanding, that's love.

I heard somewhere that we can hurt only those people whom we love, we can't hurt the people we do not love. When little of the things affect you, when slight changes make you sad, when the tiniest gestures make you feel at the top of the world, when hearing the voice brings an smile on your face, when the sight brings a shine and a little shyness in your eyes, that's love. It feels ticklish to be in love, it's feel grown up to be in love, it's feels 'not-alone' to be in love.

“I feel I have someone to go to, someone who has my heart, someone I will be able to talk to even in their absence, someone who can make me smile and Happy from miles away, I feel I am happy despite of all. That's how I feel being in love.”

The conversation goes something like this:

Boy : You know, you're so lucky to marry one heck of a master chef.

Girl : Why don't you prepare me a dish I've never eaten?

Boy : Whatever I prepare at my work-place, I've served it to you too.

Girl : Still, how about you invent something today?

Boy : Invention is a gamble.

Girl : And I'm the risk-taker.

Boy just amalgamated everything he came across.

And finally he's ready. He uses toppings lavishly as a compensation in-case the dish was one accident. She eats it.

Boy : Don't tell me it's bad even if it is.

Girl : It's a marvel.

Boy : So, I'm leaving for work. I'll go at my mother's and come back late night.

Girl : Fine.

After the work, he reaches at his mother's place.

Boy : Hey, mom. Take it, I got something for you. She prepared it.

Mom : Why don't you leave her? (As Mom tastes the dish, thinking she prepared).

Boy : Please, not again.

Mom : I wish her accident had happened before she married you. I can't see you live with that mute girl for all your life.

Boy : She isn't mute. I understand her signs. She understands me. I talk to her everyday. Love has no language.

Mom : Come on, it's a life, not a movie. And this mixture whatever dish she prepared, “it tastes gross”.

Boy : You know why I'll never leave her?

Mom : Speak and get over with it.

Boy : Because I know the sign language for “marvel”, “delicious”, “amazing” from her but she never gave me the chance to learn the sign for “it tastes gross”. Sometimes signs are always sweet and words always sour.

What does falling in love feel like ? :

Sometimes “words” are not enough to define it. (Literally).

You want to hold their hands tight, in a dark room, stand close, feel their breathe, give a mild kiss on their lips, and keep staring at each other for hours. You want to wake up early in morning and see them sleeping peacefully by your side. You want to make them laugh, see them smile, give them comfort. You imagine going with them on long drives some day in future, with your kids, singing romantic sings, eating sandwiches joking and laughing all the way.

You want to sit together in lawn during rains, under a shed, amidst the scent of mud and the unusual dark sky, having a cup of hot tea together, sharing memories. You imagine them to be old, wrinkled, and still by your side, holding your hands tight towards the end of the journey. You imagine giving them a tight hug from behind, to surprise them after you return from a long trip. You think that you are the best for them, you pledge to wipe their every tear, lend them your shoulders, you want to protect them like a mother, support them in tough times. Cheers!