“Found love for the second time”

"LOVE"

A Simple word with a lifetime of meaning in it.. I found it for the second time today.
you ask me where?

I found it in Kashmir , in the horse named Badal.

Don't think I have gone insane ,
that might be true though, don't want to engage in any argument over that.
But the love he has expressed towards a human taught me that love is limitless, it's endless and everyone is capable of giving it , in their own manner.
In my case it was the way my lovely horse Protected me through the rough terrains, taking me to a beautiful valley with snow covered mountains. Ensuring to not to let anyone else win against me (it was like his personal agenda to ensure I remain the first person to see the beauty this heartwarming place has to offer)

Badal taught me it's okay for me to love,
Just love and become one with love.
Just how he has become one with the valley of Kashmir.

With each step I found an edge of my character shedding itself, with each step I felt letting go of an unknown burden.
Apart from the enchanting scenery the place has to offer, I am going to keep Badal in my memory. For angels do come in disguise!

A horse named Badal who lives in and loves the Valley of Kashmir.

Fiction

You would be that lady in Old Victorian gown who lives in an abandoned mansion situated in countryside with some 20-30 cats , who keeps herself warm by sitting near to her fireplace while her man sits opposite to her in an armchair reading her a chapter from the copy of Harry Potter. In between, he winks at her whenever the book mentions Hermione , and she winks back because she understands.

When the first snow falls she stands near to her window admiring what nature has to offer and her man looks at her , admiring her for that nature has offered him in the guise of a mortal , the most beautiful creature in the whole world .

DEFINITION

WHAT IS  LOVE? 

This question has haunted me for years now.
what is love ?
Everyone tells us that it is being happy in someone else's happiness, it is accepting someone as they are.
Love is imperfect, it's imbecile ,
It's sane and insane and could be counted on fingers.
No, It can't be counted though but it can be measured as in the depth of your heart.

Everyone told me how to find love,
With this advice , seek love as it is seeking you.
okay !
I agreed and did as adviced,
Seems like it is seeking me in some parallel universe.

So I stopped.

But after giving it no serious thought for past few years , Today out of a halo I learnt what love is.

Love is breath. Before you assume what's new in my argument !
Let me tell you this theory I came up today at 4.30pm.

Love means the air in your lungs which can't be expelled. It doesn't matter if you do/don't pay attention to it. It will remain there.

Few years back In biology class I learnt about the residual air that remains in the lungs and that's what I say is love.
That air is present even though you slowly inhale or quickly exhale. The momentum of your breathing has no impact on it. There is no if or but about its existence . It remains unchanged irrespective of the lungs volume . It just is.
Until one day you realise that it is at the verge of leaving your organs.
That day is the day when you truly understand that with it gone, you will stop existing.

That's my dear reader , Love is.