"Muhabbat ek lambi chaurri cheez hai, muhabbat maa se bhi hoti hai, behen se bhi, beti se bhi. Biwi se bhi muhabbat hoti hai. Mere ek dost ko apni kutiyaa se muhabbat hai" Saadat Hasan Manto.
Yes. Love is with one's parents, siblings, etc. but the kind of love there is between two people devoid of any blood relation is different. It starts from butterflies in one's stomach, moving on to the most beautiful feeling one's heart has ever beheld. It turns to actual physical pain in jealousy for those who never experienced it ever before or in sheer reminiscence of the other half if and when they are not around.
None of the other loves hurt and twist one's heart this way. Except that of loss to death. This is perhaps the only relation that loves so intensely yet is able to abandon so relentlessly by their own will.
Each time the heart breaks, a part of your personality washes away with it.
Something dies within.
Yes. Love is with one's parents, siblings, etc. but the kind of love there is between two people devoid of any blood relation is different. It starts from butterflies in one's stomach, moving on to the most beautiful feeling one's heart has ever beheld. It turns to actual physical pain in jealousy for those who never experienced it ever before or in sheer reminiscence of the other half if and when they are not around.
None of the other loves hurt and twist one's heart this way. Except that of loss to death. This is perhaps the only relation that loves so intensely yet is able to abandon so relentlessly by their own will.
Each time the heart breaks, a part of your personality washes away with it.
Something dies within.
Something dies within and something also takes birth may be left for all of us to figure out and live with it :)
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