I never harbour any regrets in life. I believe whatever happens, happens for the good. From sour relationships to bad career decisions or tragedies in life – every event in life comes with a lesson. I try to adapt myself with my changes, and am usually quick at it, so I hardly face a crisis.
However, there are two decisions in life I wish I could change. One was most certainly deciding to pursue post graduation in Biochemistry. I should have taken a call right after Physiology that my true calling lies not in academics but journalism. How I wish I had pursued a course in new media (although the new media was not in vogue back then in 2008).
Having said that, I must confess the two years in Biochemistry gave me wonderful memories to cherish all life (and also the opportunity to spend more time in Bham’s department over mine).
The second decision – a rather hasty one – was to get into an ego-fight with someone I love dearly. Closing all channels of communication for over two months was a terrible choice for me. But the nasty, egotistical, narcissist that I am, I opted for this option over eating the humble pie and burying the hatchet.
As of now, I make decisions wisely so that I do not have to come back to this post and add updates in the days to come.
What is love? Is it just a feeling of intense sexual desire confounding your emotional senses or is it an inexplicable urge of companionship that drives a mind crazy? Authors, poets, scientists, academicians have tried in vain over the centuries trying to define love, quantify it or even judge its existence.
Love is ethereal. It is beyond any definition, it is beyond any words. Love is boundless. Being loved is the best expression of existence. It makes your life complete. You don’t find love, it finds you.
Love is not just silly Yash Chopra movies from the 1990s or a John Denver song. Love is not those stereotypical rom-coms they air on Romedy Now. Love is definitely not ordained by religious/moral scriptures.
Love is universal, love is free. Love is like the first droplet of rain on the window, love is like the aroma of biriyani. Love is that unsent text in the drafts folder of your phone, love is the scribbled text of a poem lying in your garbage bin.
The best thing about love, in short, is the feeling of being in love.
Thank you Bham for letting me fall in love with you (despite being straight)… for making this amazing experience come true for me… First love will always be special.
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