What Are My WordsWorth

47. What Is Love

Love, a word so often spoken,

Its true meaning, so often broken.

A breath inhaled, without consequence,

Until the river flows, with all its immense.

Drowning us in its depths,

Taking our breaths,

Love, a force to be reckoned,

A power to be beckoned.

So little we know, of its true might,

A flame that burns, both day and night.

A river that flows, with no end in sight,

Love, a journey, both dark and bright.

Brazenly preached, by those who don't see,

Its true power, its true beauty.

But for those who dare to explore,

Love is a treasure, forevermore.

Inhale its breath, and let it flow,

Let it drown you, in its ebb and flow.

For love is a force, both wild and free,

A power that binds, both you and me.

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It was our break and today Divam joined us in the canteen. The smell of freshly cooked food wafted through the air as we made our way to the table.

"You know what," I said, leaning in towards Divam. "I never get angry at people if they don't say bye to me." Divam chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"I was so waiting for this outrage," he said, still chuckling. "I did it on purpose by the way." He took a big bite of his hotdog, the ketchup and mustard oozing out from the sides.

"Are we missing something here?" Dhriti asked, looking at me and Divam with a confused expression.

"Well," Divam said, swallowing his mouthful of food. "I screamed 'Bye' to her from a distance and it seems like it drew attention towards her. She now hates me for doing that."

"Why would you do that to her?" Saara said, hitting him lightly on the arm. "I told you that she doesn't like that and feels anxious."

"That's exactly why I did that," Divam said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "She looked funny as I saw her freeze in her seat."

"Gentlemen," Dhriti said, pretending to scold him like a mother. "You are not allowed to pull such teases on her unless you plan on marrying her."

"Sure, mother-in-law," Divam said with a grin. Saara looked confused. "I still have to decide if I'm from the groom's side or the bride's," she said.

As for me, I just ignored them all since I was the chicken here, the one being joked on. I took a sip of my drink and tried to focus on something else.

"It's such a nice day to turn into a serial killer," I said plainly, looking out at the beautiful weather.

"Even better for marrying a jerk," Dhriti joked, winking at Divam.

"Who, Aadarsh?" Saara added on purpose.

"Okay, we're done," I said, feeling fed up with their jokes. "We should go back to the classroom." Divam just sat there, enjoying all of this.