If love is as intoxicating as it should be, everyday is a Valentines day. Love, as an emotion, is as real as it can get. For me, love is and should be a mystery. The mystery of Music, Literature, Art, Women, Light and Sound, Smell that makes you intoxicated, Imagine a world where love could be decoded in simple words – wouldn’t that be dull ? It is we who try to destroy the emotion by making it definite. As definite as we can think it to be defined in some stereo -type roles and behaviour. Love exists in freedom, in abandonment. If not, then what you are feeling is not love.

I loved the rains yesterday. And the tree in my garden looked like..