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I was on my usual schedule . I had returned from work and was now heading towards home. Made a tea for myself and then went to the garden. This garden is at 5 minutes from my house. It has been always near to me. I used to visit it daily for my afternoon walks and to glance at couples and hear their stories. Sometimes I use that stories and experiences for my blogs.

All sorts of people would be found there. You can see kids playing there after their school chores. You find old aged uncle's talking about politics,their diseases, constipation and cursing the new advanced generation at times. You find a group aunties talking about chores,dresses,hyped prices of vegetables and fruits,marriage of their children and believe it or not ,more marriages had been done by these aunties compared to a marriage bureau. Youngsters ,single youngsters come here for their afternoon workouts. They had installed all sorts of gym equipments here. Then comes the couples,not married one,but newly committed ones. They are most interesting people over here. From a distance,you will find their actions childlike. You will be amazed at times ,sometimes it's funny too. But when hear their talks , you understand their feelings and get interested in that talks, especially when you are single for ages.

Love is a weird emotion. People usually say they are in love. You can't be in love. You can either feel love or you cannot. Couples say it's all about sacrifices and what not. Every relationship demands sacrifices but not love. Love is a flower,you let it bloom and then only it can spread its incredible odour. But if you pluck it prematurely,it's gonna die and what remains is dull flower. Love is not always sadness, love is happiness. Love should be supportive not destructive. Some couples defame each other after their so called 'breakup'. Some throw acids,some try to humilate them on social media. This is destruction,it's obseesion ,it's arrogance and egoist nature of a person. Its not love,it's something else. But its not love. We have had seen the example of Krishna and Radha. Did ever Krishna broke up with Radha because of any fight. You see, they loved each other. They never did such type of dramas or show off or anything else.

There is love,more love or less love nothing like that. If there is love,there it is. Also some couples cannot differentiate between love and lust. They comply that if they love each other they should have physical relation to prove that. It's their lust for the body and not love for the person. And some boys play their dirt work in the shadow of love. They fulfill their lustful desires by the deceit of good character. Love is unfathomable virtue. Many philosophers,great writers ,poets have tried understand it . But it's still a mystery . It's also fact that love exist but not what our young generation think of it. Today love is there ,if they don't fight,if the partners agree on every single decision,if they agreeable hobbies and likings,if there is always 'yes' in the relationship. But if the contrast views are there, if they don't have same hobbies they declare it as they don't match. So was it match-making or having love for the other person? You can be away from a person still you can love them. You can see a person happy and can get happy,that's a form of love. You do selfless help to someone that is love for humanity. People have misplaced the meaning of love and has limited it to for couples or married one's. It's more of a taboo word. People can love friends,family members, humanity ,nature and every other single thing around us. Love is a very broad term and we all should not limit it to some attraction or lustful desires.

As my mind was debating with itself on such a topic,I came to my bench where I would usually sit. Chintu was playing there and came to me,"Bhaiya, aaj kya laye ho ?" Chintu was 10 years of old and lived in my apartment. I had kind of bonding with him. I usually brought snacks or chocolates for him. I took out a Dairy milk silk and handed it over to him. He was so happy and that smile made me happy too (Love!). Rashmi bhabhi would complain,"Kalpit,you are spoiling him. If he goes astray you would have to take care of him,I won't take any care then." I would smile and answer,"Bhabhi,you don't worry ,I will take very good care of your son." Then we would all burst into laughter. This would be my regular day. But today was no regular day. Already the cool breeze was getting stronger and clouds had set in. Weather forecast didn't show it was going to rain. So i continued my work,I would start playing my old classics on Gaana and then would start writing my blogs. I started writing my blog on my new topic and had I finished only two or three songs i felt a water drop falling on my head. I ignored it but then after few minutes,I felt lots of rain drops approaching towards me,aiming for my head as I looked up in sky to take a glance as I noticed the dimness in light. I was acknowledged by my inner self that stand up and run for the shelter , 'cause it's going to rain heavily. And in that blink of a second it started to downpour heavily. I shoot towards the shelter and adjusted my items. It was pouring heavily. I was looking around me,enjoying the smell of actinomycetes(wet mud smell!). And something caught my eyes. It looked like a diary but the rain was pouring so heavy that I couldn't assure myself of whether it was a diary or some polythene. I was not able to make it up. My inner self wanted to go and find whether it was diary or not but my mind resisted as it suggested to stay in shelter and not get ill. There was declaration of battle inside me, I could hear the sound of Shankh that is played before the battle. And the battle started,they were thoughts of picking it up and assure it while on other side it told to save from getting wet and ill. Finally battle ended after 20minutes of destructive blows, and I finally made my mind to go there and check it . I ran to the bench where I was sitting,bend down and took it. Yes, it was a diary. But who keep it there? Should I read it ? But first I ran back to the shelter there. And again another battle started in my mind of what to do with the diary.