There is great order in chaos. There is great peace in disarray. Love makes you blind, they say. I guess being blind doesn’t mean not acknowledging the misgivings but accepting those misgivings and focusing on the exciting parts.
Have you walked through an unknown lane staring at all the people busy in their work? Have you ever wondered what stood here 100 years ago? Have you wanted to know the secrets and mysteries? Have you loved and lost and yet never really lost? Have you experienced the joy of being where you are loved, loathed, despised and criticised and most importantly accepted?
Have you felt the exhilaration in the passion, energy and anonymity around your love? Have you understood the tears and hurt that someone you love can give? Have you felt the guilt of moving away without really ever saying goodbye?
Yet the love remains. It flows each time you turn back. It stands waiting for you as well as travels with you wherever you go…
Have you wanted to run away, cribbed each day and yet found yourself going back each time? Have you understood the worth of love once you were away? Have you known the unsaid sorrow and unshed tears that characterised every visit? Have you seen all the problems that surround this relation, the things that don’t exist, the anguish of everyone else and yet faithfully continued to love?
It happens once. It lasts forever.
Have you met my love? Have you been to Bombay yet?
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