Love is in the air

When I took up to studying, @ 26, everyone was shocked.
“What? Studies now? When will u marry?
Although it wasn’t a pre-planned decision it wasn’t a thoughtless one either. I was convinced about it (I am still :D).

But some people seem unnecessarily worried about my marriage. And it takes me by surprise when somebody of my generation, comments something like,” Teja, you should have got married? All this MBA and all is good to say just coz u don’t have love in your life" So my dearest Friend this is for you ... not that m proving you anything , but if you read this and are able to identify love I will be happy...
I am deliberately not mentioning any names in this one.

When I come home from college, mom opens door for me with a smile in her eyes, I know she was waiting for her baby. Isn’t it Love?
When I come home, the 1st person I ask about is about my sis ... I have to find her around. Isn’t it Love?
When we friends meet , not at all times I am very comfortable .But there is one person among us not by my side, but overlooking things carefully, I look at him and he winks back, I know m taken care of. Isn’t it Love?
When I was working with Infy, we roommates fought on every small thing on this earth, dustbins to kitchen sinks to food and laundry, we would not see at each other when on bus stop, but by the time we reached breakfast table, we would be eating from each other’s plates. :) And by the time we reached back home again, we had thousand updates from the day’s happenings. If we were to stay together today also, history would repeat. Haahaa! But isn’t it Love?
One ex- roomy read a poem on ‘Sisters’, having had a brother, she mailed me from across seven oceans. :D . She thought I could fit the bill. Isn’t it Love?
We had our ups and downs in career .For long months office seemed the last place to be on earth, but we looked forward to lunch and breakfast tables get together. It kept us going in life. All of were sailing in same boat and the sea was not always calm. But we together kept sailing. Isn’t it Love?
When I quit Infy , another of my roomies wrote to me something which was more than compliment, "Tejashree, you have touched my life. Not many people can do it." I really don’t know how I did it for her in five months that we shared.
When I was preparing for MBA entrance exams, there was a friend who taught me. He was a MBA aspirant himself , but he taught me willingly, dedicatedly , I owe him my good results. How could he be so selfless? When he was in problem, he just mentioned me once; I couldn’t do much for him, so I prayed for him. My prayers were answered. The glee in his voice, brought smile to my face. Isn’t it Love?
We sit for projects till late. At times I have missed my meals, but my friend makes it a point to pack me a burger; this goes without saying. Isn’t it Love?
A friend recently got posted to Mumbai. My heart leaped with joy, we were already talking like we were together, me scolding him for the lost times and he listening to all my complaints. Isn’t it Love?
At slightest hint of me being disheartened , another friend will drop me (his bachu) a call immediately . I wonder what makes him do that. Isn't it love ?
Recently two love birds in our group finally decided they wanted to be together for life. All of us were so happy for them . Isn’t it Love?
I never even dreamt I would find a guy who would write poems for me...heehee, but I did. Unfortunately I never fell for him....”To be loved and dreaded it is better than to be lived and not loved” he said ... true my friend!!!
I loved a guy,
Thought of him day and night, Missed him at all sights
Laughed for him, Cried for him
Prayed for him.
But this time he didn’t reciprocate. But then doesn’t my love still remain love?
With a broken heart when I was sitting in cafeteria all alone, a friend walked in and asked what had happened? I told I had been let down. He said, "Teja be happy, you had the guts to face your love and courage to stand for it. You are a man. Even guys can’t do it. I am proud of u" that changed my world. Isn’t it Love?
The old Granny I mentioned in second blog, I met her the other day, as usual we exchanged smiles. This time she opened her bag, gave me a small fistful of mogra. She had very little with her ,but she had the power to give . The fragrance filed in my life .Isn’t it Love ?

Dear friend there is enough love around ... reciprocate it. :D