Between a Boy and a Girl
Can a boy and a girl just be friends? The friendship between a boy and a girl is a potential love affair. While it has all the ingredients of love, it lacks the opulence of emotion and the touch of closeness. It is yet another possibility to discover love and yet another mutuality waiting at the doorstep.
It is self-restraint that prevents it from trespassing the love zone. The relationship that begins with love limps on infatuation. It opposes the realism of personalities and seeks solace in the optimism of syrupy sentiments. It's a shrub nourishing the dream of a tree while cattle are grazing around it. A little mindfulness, and the hollowness of their relationship echoes in the distraught heart of the lovers.
But, the love that graduates from the checks and balances of friendship is a new edition of love, spurned of mushiness and surplus on understanding. It has no traces of fussiness or the snares of pretense. Friendship doesn't come tip-toeing; it walks with steady steps that inform its arrival; knocks your door, pays its respects and leaves you without pining for more. It doesn't walk the gait of an unappeasable damsel drunk in the pride of her beauty. It walks humble in its genuine concern for the other.
I have been in such friendship with no intentions of breaking away the girls from their men. But, I do not know at what stage our relationship overwhelmed their love. I could see them emotionally lost, for my touch arrived very near to being the touch of their beloved. My touch was cherished, but how could it be relished without their being guilty at heart? I stepped back and they had a reason to reinstate their love. Love won over in this war of 'dearness' but through unfair means. What pained me was the mud-slinging; my friendship was called a trap and, they believed, it was the sheer power of their love that saved them from an ignoble association. I felt love stooped very low to achieve its end.
Such love corrodes the generosity of hearts. It halts all emotional progress by blinding your sensibilities. How is it possible for one in love to feel the pain of one's beloved and be insensitive to the pain of others! One fine day, the love you feel for your beloved starts eluding you and all you could do is to play ostrich, bury your head in sand and refuse to accept the situation. I am happy that I did not deserve such a barren love.
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It is self-restraint that prevents it from trespassing the love zone. The relationship that begins with love limps on infatuation. It opposes the realism of personalities and seeks solace in the optimism of syrupy sentiments. It's a shrub nourishing the dream of a tree while cattle are grazing around it. A little mindfulness, and the hollowness of their relationship echoes in the distraught heart of the lovers.
But, the love that graduates from the checks and balances of friendship is a new edition of love, spurned of mushiness and surplus on understanding. It has no traces of fussiness or the snares of pretense. Friendship doesn't come tip-toeing; it walks with steady steps that inform its arrival; knocks your door, pays its respects and leaves you without pining for more. It doesn't walk the gait of an unappeasable damsel drunk in the pride of her beauty. It walks humble in its genuine concern for the other.
I have been in such friendship with no intentions of breaking away the girls from their men. But, I do not know at what stage our relationship overwhelmed their love. I could see them emotionally lost, for my touch arrived very near to being the touch of their beloved. My touch was cherished, but how could it be relished without their being guilty at heart? I stepped back and they had a reason to reinstate their love. Love won over in this war of 'dearness' but through unfair means. What pained me was the mud-slinging; my friendship was called a trap and, they believed, it was the sheer power of their love that saved them from an ignoble association. I felt love stooped very low to achieve its end.
Such love corrodes the generosity of hearts. It halts all emotional progress by blinding your sensibilities. How is it possible for one in love to feel the pain of one's beloved and be insensitive to the pain of others! One fine day, the love you feel for your beloved starts eluding you and all you could do is to play ostrich, bury your head in sand and refuse to accept the situation. I am happy that I did not deserve such a barren love.
(428 words)
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