Love- some fall,some rise!

For her, love was not about ‘falling’. It couldn’t be for then she would ‘fallen’ in love a lot! And falling wasn’t her trait anymore; rising was. She loved and rose every time

Every time she smiled and opened up to someone, she rose in love

She was a bubbly girl with a blunt heart and a mouth with no filter. She praised less and loved more. Loved in her own silly way. It was easy for men to ‘fall’ for her as she had the enticing personality of originality. She could talk about cars and makeup in the same conversation. She could argue with you about her political stand and say she wants to dance, in one breath. She had content in her that made her attractive. For herself, she was just another girl.

They met. It was destined. Every move of ours is destined. But least did they know that those late night conversations over life’s randomness would lead to him stopping over in her city and sweeping her off of her feet. She had her heart broken in the past a lot as she loved a lot. But never tried rising in it. She gave all she had to everyone she loved. And they would leave with one piece of her. So today, she wanted to rise above all this and just be her.

Least did she knew that the poised man was full of laughter and innocence of a child with whom she would connect in an instant. The way he looked at her and held her, made her feel the most beautiful girl alive and he made sure she felt that way too. Every time she would talk, he looked at her with eyes on her but mind trying to know her. He was charmed by the purity of her laugh and sensuality in her eyes when she smiled. She was there with him, being her.

The moments fleeted away while they talked, kissed and laughed. The intoxication of the spirit was nothing compared to the high she got from his touch, his breath on her skin, his gaze deep in her eyes. She was rising. She comprehended her thoughts and feelings when she was by herself, ‘’No! this could not be love!’’ She was loving the way she was with him and confusing it with Love. He wasn’t ‘the man of her dreams’ or anything like she had pictured. But he made her laugh till her insides hurt and eyes got teary. He made her laugh and love, love herself. He made her fall in love with her and that is when she ‘rose’ in love. He made her believe her worth and her beauty and that she should stop waiting and live. He too left, with a piece again but she wasn't sad as she had herself. The New she.

That was her moment. Her moment of Rising in Love.