Family Love

Love.

People keep asking the same question again and again.
So I sort of started introspecting and thought I should write something.

Love, it can come with all persons. sometimes you feel it, sometimes not.

It doesn't mean that all the times, you want to buy something desperately and they denied deliberately. The things,which you loved the most it can be your favorite recipe, your favorite clothes and they couldn't afford it.

Then you shouted all over again.

But

Love means they asked you whenever you were late "Aur kitni der lagegi BETA!!"
They politely tell you "beta, Please have some milk, you will be late today."
Even they sometimes angry on you "sui jav ne, kle mathu dukhshe."

I remember, I took out the medicines and and give it to her in a very tense mood.

“Are you alright mom” I asked her with Petrified stare and

I still tell myself I never did enough to take away from a living nightmare that how could she ever loved me for my imperfection.

When I turned around and she was there smiling.

Love doesn't mean that He gives all the freedom but it means that when you come down at late night. He still awaken for you and instead of anger, he ask "beta, hows the party!!"

That feel, you can feel in his eyes.

And then you suppose to tell “Still awake , please go to sleep Dad!”

Love doesn't realize when your small brother tease you. But it realized when he not teasing you.

Sharing all the stuff On late night, the talk which never ends. Sometimes you hide those feeling s
but still they can understands

and ask  "Are you okay?”
then you say "hmm Okay"

But your blood mate stared singing and the room is filled with joy.

Because, that person heartily wants your success.

My Grandmother told me that I am very weak now health is a big issue and the very next moment she made a hot tea and tell “your headache will go soon.”

Silent love is everywhere you have to find it. Just like find the god in the stone. And still you believe in the god.

I love - My mother, father, sister, grandparents. Even my street dogs.
I still admire the purity of love brings to me from the street dogs. I know they never leave me alone.

I am tired, tired of waiting for everyone that I think I can fall in love with and tired of that secrets that I not suppose to spill. Tired of the words that remain unspoken.

I realized, when I think as I stare at the ceiling at 2 AM in the morning and one leg deliberately outside the cover to maintain a perfect hot to cold ratio.

Just just to give company to My companion.
Think about her fears and peers.

Sometimes emotional baggage scares you more than anything.

Never doubt, may be you or they did a mistake, may be they don't want to hurt you,
In fact, May be they slapped you sometimes. But honey, remember That slap is full of tears.

That's when I realized that apart from your friends your family also needs you. In Fact, they can be real heroes in your life who can support you and give you their shoulders when you're upset. They are the one who can hug you can comfort you when you breaking in tears. Your brother and your sister who cry along with you.

When love arrives we have to be on the station or we will miss it and see it go on the rails of fortune.

But if we do board,
If we do board

We will know, whether we are to be together or not. If not, I promise to pull the chain, and I hope you will do the same.

Love is a happiness.

Happiness is to see the face of people who care for you, including YOU.