A Love Note Post-Valentine's Day!

Another year and another Valentine's Day when I enjoyed the fact that I could be happy for no reason at all and for everything that I have. Recently I started meditating on love and each time I close my eyes and think of all the love that I have received in my life tears seep out of my eyes and a smile forms on my lips. I sometimes also meditate anticipating the love that is stored for me in the future and that is such a joyous feeling that it can calm a storm inside and outside. Usually, it makes me sail through the day as light as a feather.

Love, I have realized over the years, is like happiness. You may not be privy to it at all times but, it is there sprinkled all over the place for you to grab and run with. It falls perfectly in line with my mantra of living for the moment. Gather happiness, gather love as you go and you will always be rewarded with more.

I will not be cynical and say that I have not loved nor been loved because that would be as pompous as saying, "I'm self made..." I am because I was brought up with love and nurtured with care.

However, I wonder every time around Valentine's Day, why only one day to celebrate love?

Love is such an instant pick-me-up that it should be celebrated everyday.

I have decided to celebrate love everyday. Love in all its avatars and forms and facets is welcome. It does not matter whether it is requited or not or if it is welcome. It does not matter. The anticipation, the palpitation, the glow in the cheeks, the burning ears, love is the best cosmetic ever created.

So, I wake up each day and pop comes a story into my mind that has nameless, faceless characters in conversation. I write down their conversations and start my day. These are tales of love being played out somewhere in the universe. They are moments of love.

You can read these extremely short tales in the link here:

http://shomachakraborty.blogspot.in/2014/01/very-short-tales.html

I'd suggest you keep checking the above page every once in a while because I keep adding more stories in it.

I have also started write poems on love once more - something I used to avoid doing earlier because I find poetry very mundane. I know it is strange but, that is how I look at poetry. Nothing ephemeral about it. It's just words arranged in a string.

Over the years I have realized that love is a renegade. It does not conform. It cannot be disciplined and it is no use trying to stop it. It will go places and pull you through the rocks and rough edges. I have decided to let it do what it has to, what it needs to. You always have the final decision available to let go.

By letting go you make yourself free to experience more - pain, pleasure, love...

Try it for yourself. Have fun. Be in love - always!

Love and light.

... And this here is what I had written last year:

http://shomachakraborty.blogspot.in/2013/02/a-love-note-with-card-type-images-for.html

A Love Note (with card-type Images) for my Countless Valentines

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I love your eyes...

No other lines in history have been flogged as the ones above with almost everyone trying to fit it to their standards especially on V Day.

Thank God for the roses and violets & all the beautiful things around me.

Is love red and pink with dashes of maroon and off white thrown in for good measure? When juxtapositioned against the story of St Valentine of the Roman empire, one can grudgingly imagine why the color of Valentine's Day is red! Blood, even that of a martyred saint is, after all RED.

Red apart, I can never fathom the others signages and symbols of the day. This is perhaps because when we were growing up, it was never a big deal. Very few people knew about it then and most of our parents were not even aware leave alone celebrate an occasion like this.

I remember clearly the first time a guy had given me a Valentine's Day card - I had laughed at his face. The big pink and red card said, "Will you be my Valentine?" Needless to say, that since it was a more chivalrous time and since none of us understood the nuances of the question too well, he never bothered me ever again and I was never bothered by his not bothering either.

As we grew and went to college, Valentine's Day became a rage. There were serpentine queues outside the card and gift shops. The show of love often melted into a shower of tears by the end of the day making us change seats constantly to give 'lovers' their privacy. No one seemed to be in control of their emotions once the card got to them - it was either instant tears of love or hate (depending on who was giving the card).

Love and thanks to friends and family for being one and the same.

As a firm believer in love these days I see it everyday and everywhere. That reconciles me to the fact that I was not foolish to laugh at the very first V Day card that was presented to me. Because I did not accept it, I floundered on the path to getting here where I appreciate all aspects of love. However, my path to love and its course as promised by the Bard (bless the man), "...never did run smooth..."

I was talking to a dear friend recently and she was moaning the fact that how one cannot count on love any more. I simply told her, 'wouldn't it be boring if she had the same old, same old all the time?' That made her laugh though her tears.

Love is not contained to one day nor to one relationship and certainly does not care about 'a' person or a 'few' people. Love is hiding everywhere. In the mornings it greets us through the curtains with the warmth of a Sunrise and the hugs of our family. It touches our heart through the lovely food someone shares with us and in a smile of satisfaction when you listen patiently to someone's cribs or they yours because your paths have crossed. Love seeps into me through music and cinema, through art and books. It makes me feels humble when someone else roots for me and has more belief in me than I do in myself and I seem to be meeting such people all the time.

Thanks for Music, Beatles, Tea, Love Notes & Messages that read like Books.

Love is lovely, it helps you grow as a human being and makes you bolder, wiser, more of a risk-taker and less of a conventional. You just need to open your heart to receive it or should I say be wise to its ways?

I have lovely people around me. I love the work I do. I love the fact that I am passionate about my hobbies and dream of them and have massive numbers of people who indulge me in my pursuit of my hobbies. I am happy that I have a family that is more friends than a bunch of relations. I thank love for guiding my hands and letting me make friends with my colleagues and neighbors and with strangers in public places and on social networking sites. I thank love for making me enjoy the cities I spent my life in and for all the warm vibes I get from them. The list is endless, like an Oscar thank you speech.

At the end of all the thank yous that could fill pages I come back and ask, "why only one day to love and thank one person for love?"

I very big hug and a sloppy 'mwwwah' to all of you everyday and for all the times - good and bad!

Enjoy life, share it with everyone and endless thanks for sharing it with me. Oh and have plenty of chocolates! It's Valentine's Day after all. :)