Love's Labour Lost
Some shoddy marketers have successfully
managed to change the meaning of love. It's true, it is now confined to hearts, a
bunch of heart shaped chocolates, a very 'cheesy' heart shaped cake, red roses
and a big teddy holding a red heart, and everything painted in red.
Can some one please dump that stupid
shape which some artist thought was a masterpiece? And that color red, it has
some more meaning than being romantically triggering. What a tragic fall of an
emotion which fabricated stories that made history and its characters, heroes.
People of my clan would agree that an
imprisoned image of love made us almost hate it. Love ought to spread
irrespective of gender, geography and gab and not incarcerated inside a foxy
box. You love your spouse, your kids, your dog, your parents, your job, you
love that favorite pair of shoes, old college rags with n number of memories,
you love blueberry cake, you love the city you were brought up in, you love the
bar you got sloshed with your best pals, you love the moment when you exchanged
vows with your partner and when your baby first smiled at you, you were
overwhelmed with love and many more emotions. There are a thousand more things
that you really love. Love simply spreads.
I don’t know who and why someone made
love a commodity that only a couple could share. For instance, if I say, I
would give up treasure for love, we get a Romeo & Juliet kind of set up in
our mind, but it can have a broader prospect. The arms of love are far more
widespread than one can imagine. Like one chooses to live with the family than
living alone, reason being love for the family. Or one goes out of the way to
help a kin, for the same reason of love.
I feel pity for the poor emotion for
having lost its chastity to reprobated thoughts. Though I do feel it has been
overvalued through and through. You cannot survive on the basis of love alone.
It may not be the primary ingredient of a happy relationship nevertheless; it
ought to exist to make a relationship a success. Times have gone by and love’s labour has
been lost to its own superfluity. The long arm of love has been cut down with
its confinement to the chocolate boxes. And with time, it may lose its charm for
we already see lack of trust, loss of peace and this absence of love will make
an utter chaos.
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