Blind Love

How often we have heard this phrase, “Love is blind”?

In a group of friends, we had a lot of jokes on this expression. Since many of the lads have never been in a relation, so when they see a decent guy with a girl who is beautiful, they say “Love is blind”. 😀

For me,
Love is blind, when we don’t care how a person looks or how annoying they are, all we do is Love them unconditionally. 🙂

Here is a small story I came across,
Few days back in a cold foggy morning, I saw two people sitting next to each other outside the center court of the coffee halt. They look just like some other girl and a boy on this planet. But there was one uncommon thing in those two people sitting together. They were constantly facing towards the bushes, with one hand together. 🙂 They never faced each other.

The air floating around had some good content of water molecules which turned everyone’s breathe to fog. And just like a little kid, I was enjoying my winter smoking that way. 😛 The place was quiet & I was looking in the same direction where those two people were looking at and waiting for my cup of coffee to come, all of a sudden I heard, “I Love You” from the boy. Within seconds I heard, “I too” from the girl. ❤ That brought a smile to me. 🙂

Just then my coffee arrived and I was still smiling. Serving the coffee the server asked me, “What’s special sir?”. I replied, “Good to hear the word Love in this cold morning”. He saw me looking into that direction and replied, “They cannot see each other, they are blind. Sir” and he walked back to court.

I still had a smile but with a thought on what love really is! It is not looks, it is a feeling which you never had before. It is a feeling for one another.

On that very day, I realized the true meaning of “Love is blind”. 🙂

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She and He

She…
She’s laying on bed with her iPod on full blast.
The door is locked, and the curtains are drawn.
On the TV screen is The Notebook.
An empty tub of her favorite Ice-cream lies on the floor.
Smudged with makeup, her fingertips are stained
from wiping away her mascara and eye liner stained tears.
Their last conversation plays in her head.
She thinks to herself, that she’ll never get him back.

He…
He’s on the edge of his bed, the doors locked.
His room is pitch black from the absence of lights.
Black Ops is in its box and the controller is on the floor.
There’s a hole in the wall from when he punched it earlier.
His headphones are about to burst from how loud the music is.
No one can hear his sobs or see how messy his hair is.
He is replaying their last conversation, thinking,
she’ll never take him back.