Love, Because?

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Certain things are better when they are left unexplained;  certain other things are better when they are explained properly. Then there are those which can never be explained.

Not everything can be explained. They are designed to be that way. However, somehow we gravitate in our futile attempt to fathom the inexplicable.

Love is ineffable, indescribable. It is also not imperative to have a reason to love. How do you provide reason for something so innate, so fundamental? One might be happy for some reason, though always a reason is not needed. However, with love, a reason can never be associated. Where there is a reason, there's no love. You do not love because....; you simply love.

One might ask: love what, or whom. I do not feel that it is indispensable either. Love need not be personified always. It need not be directed towards any person. Love a feeling, love a thought, or just love. Yes, just love. It is an intrinsic quality. It is elemental. You don't need something or someone to be in love. Just be in love. If one loves, one just loves.

It is enigmatic, yet so simple.  It is so magnificent,  yet so humble. Love imbibes life in the most realistic way. Love makes everything dreamy. Be in love, always.


P.S. : This is the 25th post of Ipsita Contemplates. I realized it while posting it.

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  1. UnknownMay 11, 2021 at 1:17 AM

    Just overcoming some old mail dated back to 2012 at Baripada location, I found some short clips, that still persists in your writings.Thanks for your creative writing.

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