Somethings just don't need a title.

I wanted to write about a lot of things recently, but everything narrowed down to one basic element – Feelings (the weather GOD is playing his trick… it’s been drizzling for two days!!). And more in the direction of why feelings can only be regarded as some-thing in its element and why feelings are nothing but chemicals

In faith I do not love You with my eyes,

For they in You a thousand errors note;

But it is my heart that loves what they despise,

Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.

Sometimes it is moments of poetry like this that makes absolute non-sense of chemistry. If I had learnt to treat human feelings and emotions as nothing but a mere display of an amalgam of chemicals and an outburst of an emotion as a goof up of the ratio of chemicals in the amalgam, Shakespeare makes me want to undo my learning.

How beautiful it is when read, that you appreciate someone even though they aren’t the perfect Greek god/Goddess look-alikes, your eyes see the flaws but you over look them for your heart seeks more than that. When that one look into someone’s eye can be worth all of your life time, the look that takes you to a depth, possibly deeper than the depth of the deepest ocean; when chemistry becomes more than just a subject; and when psychology fails to interest you – you know it with your heart.

In an effort to woe the person your heart dotes, you may establish a million standards that you wouldn’t have guessed you would. Sometimes to witness, or to learn about these marvelous tales of love and love’s lustre, you do not have to go to the Taj Mahal or to Venice, just go ask your ancestors and they will narrate some of the most ‘Shakespearean’ episodes of romance imaginable.

This one’s to all those who have found that special someone of their life and to all those who are still in the search!!

Don’t rush to fall into love. Love never runs out. Even if somebody asks you why you are single, just tell them

God is still busy writing the best love story for me.

PS: We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.