rajarsh

prologue: love being a feeling is incapable of being defined in an absolute or universal form. its like a liquid and takes the form of the vessel in which it is poured. its vastness cannot be contained by a mere use of words. being a state of mind and soul there can only be attempts to explain to an individual by comparing with an experience he/she might have undergone. most of us often understand it by confining it to romantic love and its like. the domain of love is much much wider to be dominated by a singular aspect. it perhaps include everything in some form or the other. on being asked to describe it everyone tends to illustrate only what they would do or what they feel on being in love. its fair enough considering that every individual is unique and capable of feeling differently. heres an attempt by me to summarise my feelings and understanding of it love it is the dreamless sleep it is the touch of the orange pudding with the tongue it is the perfect drive towards cover it is