What is Love?

Archita Agrawal
2 min readJan 28, 2024

People oft question what is love? Here is my perspective on something as beautiful as love…

Love is not something as perfect as a pair of couple swaying to the tunes of a well-rehearsed song. Nor is it as fancy and exorbitant like a masquerade ball or a large instrumental ensemble. Neither is it an incandescent dazzle on a snowy winter day. It isn’t something that colour your blacks and whites into the vibrant shades of red. Neither does it manifests a purple, pink sky of your dreams.

Love is more like a pair of clumsy people sprinting through rain, while dodging puddles covering the street with a single chunk of jacket over their heads, striving for a shelter. It is sharing a blanket in the December cold and basking in the heat of one other’s flesh. It is something that embellishes and enriches the subsisting colours into something deeper. Intense.

The dawn still remains the dawn, and the dusk as beautiful as it ever has been. Even then, the sky feels more beautiful as if painted with whole new colours, the sun illuminous like never before. The Earth overwhelming and stupendous, the colours more vivid. Almost alive. Grey seems greyer, orange a little more intense. As if the whole world is conceding, acknowledging the formation and sprouting of the seed of love.

It is so magnificent that the mosaic pieces of your life take the form of a tessellated art. The missing pieces coming together to complete the puzzle, broken pieces fitting and anchoring after the fall, the calmness of the soul after the chaos of the heart.

Everything seems consuming and profound.

Have I ever experienced love?

Nope. At least not the type that consumes you. But I am sure, it will be everything and more. It will be something as simple as household chores. Nothing extraordinary. Nothing out of the world. Rather, the most basic essence of life. Something like breathing, the one that keeps you alive.

It is the most ordinary thing, yet so exceptional.

It will change nothing. Time will still move on, and the Earth will still rotate. Just the axis of your life will take a 180 degree turn and present a side of the world that has been unbeknownst to you until now.

It will be a paradox woven in time…

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Archita Agrawal

We are writers, my love. We don’t cry. We bleed on paper.