I’ve often heard people ask – What is love? (Baby don’t hurt me, baby don’t hurt me. No more. *habit*). Even more clichéd is the description of love. The fluttering of the feeble heart, the butterflies in the stomach, the knees going weak… We’re all too familiar with the list. But what if you had to describe love in one word?
Now, all the bollywood fanatics can quote ‘Rahul’ from Kuch Kuch Hota Hai – “Love is friendship. Friendship is love.” Well, I call this crap. No, love isn’t friendship. It’s honestly a half-hearted attempt!
So, how would I describe love in a word… Simple – Quicksand.
It’s like you sink further with every conversation you’ve shared. Deeper and deeper with every giggle, every memory and every “I love you”. In some ways, quicksand is merciful. Love? I think not. Especially, the escape. The escape from quicksand is a lot easier and pallid, even. On the contrary, Mademoiselle Love toys with you, brandishing excessively sweet moments- Ones that make you feel warm and fuzzy. The ones which pour hope in you till there’s room for no more. The infinite loop goes on and on and on and on… Till someday, you firmly decide to get your feet out of the quicksand. Unfortunately, it’s in this critical moment that you realise that your soul has been engulfed and you have been hoodwinked.
Until your infinite loop ceases to exist, you’re going to be reliving the past – Giving undue second, third, fourth and umpteenth chances. What for? The same hurt, lies and accusations? When do you realise that you’re in quicksand and more importantly, how do you get out of it?