What is PURE LOVE?

Personal Experience of Ayush Mehta

Hello friends. What's going on? Are you all fine? The month of Februaryhas arrived bringing 'the Season of Love' with it. 

As Valentine's Day approaches, the atmosphere of love spreads everywhere.

However, two years ago, an incident happened that made me dislikethe word 'love'. My best friend Ayan, fell madly in love with a girl namedSeema. 

Since she came into his life, he hardly had any time for me. Despite this, our friendship remained unaffected. I distinctly remember 12th February two years ago when Ayan called and asked me to meet him immediately. From his voice, I could gather that he was in some trouble. In a very short time, I reached the location he had sent for our meeting. Upon seeing me, he gave me a big hug. "What's the matter, Ayan", I asked. "You like my bike and mobile, don't you? Take it." Saying this he placed the key of his bike and mobile in my hands.

I asked him the reason for this strange behavior. Listening to his reply, I was shocked into silence. Ayan and Seema had planned to sacrifice their lives on Valentines day by drinking poison. "Why do you want to kill yourself," I asked listening to his stupid decision. "My mum and dad will never agree with our relationship because I am Muslim and she is Hindu. If we can't live together we can at least die together and be together in our next lives", said Ayan in one breadth.

"Ayan, are you aware of what you are planning to do? This is not the way to bring about a solution to your problem".

"No. The world should know that our love is true and please do not give me any advice on this subject", said Ayan. I tried very hard to talk him out of this situation but he was not prepared to listen to any conversation, stood up, took a rickshaw and left. Ayan went but left me with many thoughts. 

Can this be called love? Living and dying together, is this true love? Today for the first time I became inquisitive to find out what 'love' was. 

I went to google and typed 'True Love' that brought up many links from which I clicked on one. 

A video started on the Parayan of the book 'Prem'. Watching this video, I started getting answers to my questions and felt that Ayan too would find this helpful.

So, I rang Ayan at his home and made a request to meet him for the last time.

To start with he refused but finally agreed to meet me.

Next day Ayan came to my house. First we saw a movie on my laptop and after a while I switched on the Satsang video I had seen the night before.

Hearing Pujya Deepakbhai's soft laughter and mesmerizing voice he got engrossed in watching the video. 

After watching the Satsang Ayan fell in dilemma. In a little while, saying he had some work, Ayan left. I started praying for Ayan. Valentine's Day arrived. I started worrying for Ayan. His mobile was with me so I tried calling him on his home number several times, but he was notat home. 

In the evening at 5:00pm my phone rang. Thank God, he was alive! Ayan said, "Ayush, Dada and Pujyashree were telling the truth....this was not true love. I tried testing my love. Seema and I met at the Marine Drive with our own poison bottles. 

By criticizing her dress I aroused her, "Why have you worn such a stupid dress on the last day of our life?" "This is my favourite dress, how dare you criticize it?" saying this she threw her bottle of poison and left. Then I opened her bottle and found that it had chocolate syrup!

"Ayush, brother, thank you very much for saving my life, I am obliged toyou".

Great, all's well that end's well. This love story had a good ending in a different kind of way.

Ayan and I learnt a good lesson about love and vowed to stay away from such love. Dada, thank you very much! Good luck to everyone looking for love!

I hope this message is beneficial to you all.

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