7th of July, 2019. I went to the market with my cousin and aunt. Then later we went to Pizza Hut.
There as we waited for these....
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.... I looked around. There was a television. A foot ball match going on. Barcelona was trying to goal. And right beside that television was written on a wall
All you need is love
My cousin sighed quite dramatically. Then she took a snap. And wrote all I need is food. And I— being the writer I am — thought "really? All we need is love?"
"Yup. We do." I thought a while later, as the waitress arrived and asked "do you need anything else ma'am?"
We didn't. Then she asked "how was the food and the service ma'am?"
And when we told her "it was amazing. We really liked the service. We appreciate it." There was a smile on her face. A smile that said, "thank you so much. You made my day."
I realised that she had been working so hard. She looked tired. But all she needed was a nice compliment.... some love.
And that's when I wrote down in my notepad.
Love isn't holding hands, going out on dates, kissing and doing other stuff. Its an entirely different thing. It's not cruel. We've made it cruel. Because our definition of love is wrong.
Love is when you come back home from college, and your mother has saved a bun for you, which you live so much, in a separate box so that your siblings don't eat it.
Love is when your mom looks at you with so much pride in her eyes when you tell her how your day went.
Love is when every morning, you disturb your father's sleep and ask him "baba? Will you drop me off?" And he makes that face which says "can't I sleep more?" But he drops you off at college every single day.
Love is when your father smiles when when you're watching cricket and yelling out loud, just because he's supporting the same team you are too.
Love is that smile on your brooding brother's face when you give him in his birthday gift, the microphone he's been wishing for, for a year.
Love is when you come home a bit early from college, and realise that your sister is making spaghetti just because you told her last night that you'd love eat spaghetti right now.
Love is when you wake up in the morning to realise that your sister woke up before you and she got bored and so she drew on your hand with a permanent marker, an image of you holding your phone.
Love is when you sit three hours after midnight, talking to your sister about every thing and anything, and laughing so hard the neighbourhood could wake up.
Love is when a random child, for whom you just bought a roll of biscuits, smiles shyly and says "thank you, appi."
Love is when a cat, which you fed your left overs a few times, purrs at you and rubs against your leg, and tries to bite off your besties hand because it almost touched it.
Love is when when you see a tear not-wiped on someone's cheek and can't resist wiping it off.
Love is when these three little tigers,
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Smile and make your day!
Love is when you jump on the bed yelling "YAAAAAZZZZZZZZ" when your best friend finally gets her phone fixed and texts you "I'm here!"
Love is all these things and so much more. But we don't understand. We've been brainwashed by all the cliche romantics. Blinded by them, so now we don't notice that love is on little things. Very very little things. We just cant see.
