As a little girl, my father introduced me to the idea of love. I remember he brought a long latitudinal poster with 'I love you' written on it and told me that it is for mummy. I was very young and did not even know the word's literal meaning. I vaguely remember the poster and him explaining the 'meaning of love' (along with that of 'I' and 'you' ;p) to me and my brother. He would narrate stories that sometimes had heroes and heroines in love with each other. The idea I could understand and interpret was simple. Love, for me, meant being together. The pursuit of lovers was to achieve togetherness and if any one of the protagonists decided to leave the other, it was usually a betrayal. The happy ending is the final meeting and staying together of the characters, sometimes at the cost of the death of the villains. I, like most people, have also seen the lows along with the highs of my parent's relationship. Togetherness is hard. An interesting p...
Where wars are Satyagrahs and love has kohl eye (is not blind).