T3 || Valentine’s Day Special || সংখ্যায় কুণাল রায়

‘LOVE CAME ONCE …SILENTLY

14 February. Valentine’s Day. A different celebration of love between two souls, two hearts. A day connecting the two minds. A humble offering to this precious moment. Love letters, quotations, gifts, romantic songs – all are served with care on this special occasion. However, there is a question. Does love deserve to be honoured on this day only? Love is in the air. Love is discovered in the cracks and fissures of a lonely dilapidated mansion. An emotion which is stronger than the logic. A feel which runs from pillar to post to mitigate the worldly pains and sufferings for a while. Whatever may be the occasion, the special moments of love are forever stored in this heart. An unwavering truth!
It is an age old idea that love doesn’t have any age. It can take place at any age. It can garland any one of your choice and preference. But it is difficult to say if such a ‘love’ is genuine or not ! You cannot define love. You cannot imprison love. Love is abstract. Love is intangible. How many times love comes in our life? Do you know? It can be twice, thrice or more in a life. In reality love appears once in life. It arrives silently. It taps on the casement of soul. And we open the window to savour the delight of this beautiful emotion. Strangely this love bids us au revoir too owing to a single mistake or fault. The mind shatters into pieces like a glass. The eyes weep in reticence. The worldly happiness transforms into a fettle of anguish, without wasting a moment more! The mind refuses to forget her face, the romantic dusks spent together, the words which spoke of a solitary emotion, ” I love you my sweet heart “. The promise broke and you have become lonely once more!
After this, love may come in your life to grace the occasion, but the sense of profundity lacks somewhere. It is as fragile as glass. It is not love which was in the yesterday’s twilight! The waves are lashing against the shore, breaking into innumerable droplets of water. She is my yesterday. Yet bears the fragrance of today. A hidden hope. The mind desires to have her time and again, but in vain!!