Innocence and Sorrow

  On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the
  supermarket to buy the remaining of the gifts I didn't manage to buy
 earlier. When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself:
 'It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to
 go...' 'Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.
 How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...'
 Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there
 I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really play with
 such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy
 of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching
 the hair of the doll and looked so sad.
  I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy
  turned to the old woman next to him:
  'Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?' The
  old lady replied: 'You know that you don't have enough money to buy this
 doll, my dear.' Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went
 to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll
 in his hand.
 Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who
 did he want to give this doll to.
 'It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so
  much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to
 her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after
 all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can not
 bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so
 that she can give it to her when she goes there.'
 His eyes were so sad while saying this. My sister has
 gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy will also go to see God very
 soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my
 sister.'
 My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me
 and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I asked him to wait
 until I came back from the store.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of
 himself, where he was laughing. He then told me: 'I also want mommy to take
 this photo with her
 so that she will not forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have
 to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'
 Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly
 reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy,
 'What if we checked again, just in case you have enough money?' 'Ok' he
 said. 'I hope that I have enough.' I added some of my money to his without
 him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and
 even some spare money.
 The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me
 enough money.' Then he looked at me and added:'I asked yesterday before I
 slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that
 mommy can give it to my sister. He heard me.' 'I also wanted to have enough
 money
 to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But
 He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose.' 'You know, my mommy
 loves white roses.'
 A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left.
  I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I
 couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local
 newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who
 hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl
 died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family
 had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine,
 because the young lady would not be able to come out of the coma that she
 was in. Was this the family of the little boy?
 Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I
 read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away. I couldn't stop
 myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary
 where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make a
 last wish before burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful
 white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed
 over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been
 changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his
 sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a
 second, a drunk man had
 taken all this away from him.

Silent Love :(

The most killing part of Love ('L' here is capital because I respect LOVE) is when there's existence of Silent Love.
While typing this article, my hands on keyboard automatically goes to type the sad emoticon.
Though there is a treasure of Love inside the heart, the feeling of loneliness will be pinching the tickling bones (and some times heart).

Silent Lovers are the most unselfish people in the world.
Smiling inside, when the person you Love laughs
&
Crying inside when the person you Love is sad

God doesnt have a pattern for the "The happening of Love"
None of us are aware of "why","whom","when" the Love happens but its unfortunate and we cant blame any one for that.
But in this case to be particular, God is cruel enough to fill the body with a blood named Love.

Have you ever seen your mom's reaction when she cooks the fucking delicious food and all the family members will plan to go for a restaurant.
or have you ever seen the face of baby which comes all the way with its play ball to its dad only to get sho'ed off becoz of the fucking-more-important work that he has....
The same feeling kills hard in the heart of a silent lover...

To all the Lovables reading this article out there... Please understand that whenever you look your silent Lover, keep in mind that they just want you to look them in their eyes... That moment...That moment, they will relish it for days and weeks long. 

God doesnt have a pattern for the "The happening of Love"
None of us are aware of "why","whom","when" the Love happens but its unfortunate and we cant blame any one for that.
When it happens... Enjoy it even if its a single sided one.....
Love the Love in such a way that Love should start Loving you....

Love is ReSpEcT

 

Though either of the couple have an extremely great sense of humor, the respect between each of them should be the greatest bonding that will be there forever till the last breath of their lives. (Sometimes even after death)
What do you mean by respecting...This may be the finest question that you are thinking to ask me...
well I have an answer for this.
Respecting is not obeying one's decision on what to cook for breakfast or obeying one's decision on which movie to go for this weekend. No, its not what you think.
Respecting is considering one's emotions about an issue. Respecting refers to considering one's presence in  particular situation. Its a feeling which makes you to think whether to speak or what to speak or just  hold it back.
No, Its not fear...!!! That is what I call a respect. Its the thing which lies in place to give the heed to one's feelings and understanding it.

Love is just icing on the cake for this respect. Its the most lovely thing that happens in one's life. But not everyone succeeds in respecting. Others just dominate.

Love is What??!!??!!

Love....!!!
The word itself says many things... Read my words... I said MANY things.
One of the most quintessential feeling of a human being is LOVE.
Much to knowledge of everyone, each and every lover and a writer says "Love is unexplainable".
Love is Care, Love is  Dignity, Love is Understanding, Love is Dedication - Everyone says this (Even I agree)
But in simple words. Love is the most exclusive feeling that you have on a thing or person on earth.
Its just exclusive...!!!
Love is when you have many toys but choose only one among them as your best, Love is when you feel something special when you do what you like.

"Love comes with pain" - Its most discussed thing on sms or even on your so-called Social networking websites.
Pain arises only when you realize that you were in LOVE and now that Love is not in good terms.
If you never had pain, then you will never ever realize that you were in Love.
Pain makes you to respect the Love.

Now coming on to "Respect"
Respect is the most essential thing for Love.
Just see the spelling of "Love" in each and every sentence of this article. Its stands with a capital "L" showing the respect and the dignity that the whole word LOVE shows and deserves.
My dearest dearest friend had once advised me, "Respect the Love, then Love will salute you"

Love is one of the eternal feeling that we posses. Its special. Be it and let it be...!!!