World as I see it, and Life as it lives me...

As this day comes to an end, I lay down on my bed, way past my old bedtime, but right on schedule according to my new bedtime. As I turn off the lights, the room darkens, engulfing me in its motherly hug. I close my eyes, welcoming the images that display themselves like some futuristic movie played in 3d by some holographic projector. My life marches with full strides, trapped in that infinitely large space formed by my closed eyelids. Discontinuous scenes; scenes of events I still care to remember, crave to remember, play themselves in some random fashion. I reflect on what's going on in my life, and where exactly I'm heading towards.1

I certainly am not going in the same way that I used to travel just a few months ago. Not that same old way that I used to walk; not after she happened.2

I'm still awed at the power of love. Everybody has some theory on love, one way or another. But, only when they actually experience Love, do they finally come to understand what it is, and what a wonderful life it can gift you with. You'll always wonder what love would be like and if you'd be able to identify it if at all you come across it. But like experiencing God, you'll know for sure that you've fallen in love the moment you experience it.3

Love, as I finally come to understand, is something that changes your life completely, and in some all-encompassing dictionary, fills that empty space opposite to the word 'life' with the world's cutest things that always existed outside your attention circle.4

I fell in love eight months ago. Ever since, I've started living my life. My vision has changed, my thinking has changed, my physique, my mentality, my behavior, this world, its beauty, everything has changed. 5

I smile more, I feel light as if I'm hovering inches above solid ground, and yet, I'm walking slower than I used to. I see cute children anywhere, and I instantly produce a broad smile, unable and unwanting to control myself. And the cutest thing is that the children, the toddlers who can't even say one full sentence, smile back at me with absolute innocence and happiness in their eyes. They know, by some instinct which they lose over the course of their growth, that I absolutely adore them with all I've got. I'd never noticed such delicacies of life before. Normal things seem cute, and cute things seem cutest.6

I've become addicted to music. Not to those ear piercing metallic tortures, not even the fast paced feel-happy songs, but to gentle melodies that caress you like the cool evening breeze. Strangely enough, I pay attention to the lyrics more than the music, and associate myself with each and every single line that strikes some chord with me.7

I've completely forgotten when I last became angry. I've become peaceful and calm now. I don't get tensed, irritated, apprehensive, or even worried anymore. Strangely, I feel amused at anything and everything happening around me.8

There was this incident of me losing my wallet and laughing at my luck, or the lack of it. There was also this incident of getting my hand wedged painfully between the automatic doors of a bus. With everybody shocked and wide eyed around me, I found myself being amused at the fiasco and calmly instructed the driver to open the doors so that I could use my hand for better purposes. 9

There was one instance when my phone fell down face first on the highway, and a car running over it before I managed to pick it up. I was amused that the car should be right there, waiting for my phone to fall down, so that it can run over. I picked up the phone without any 'thumping heart beat' and amazingly found the phone to be perfectly intact. Needless to say, I was amused. I plugged in the earplug and continued with the songs. You see what I mean? I'm inebriated by love.10

The coolest thing about love is that you need not even be loved back. It is enough if you love somebody. Yes, I fell in love eight months ago. I had proposed to her right then, and was rejected before even I completed my proposal. My love story ended right there, right then. But, like the shells deposited on the shore after the wave has receded, my love still exists, as a souvenir from my little love story which has made me what I am now.11

I'm not sad that she rejected me. I'm grateful to her for gifting me with such a beautiful feeling that would keep me alive and more importantly, happy. So, as long as the love runs through me, my life as I see it, is indeed beautiful; absolutely and amusingly beautiful!12

If you haven't already, for God's sake, please fall in Love...