Love.

In the background, melodious voices of Jagjit Singh and Chitra Singh sing Yeh na thee hamari qismat, after the evening cup of tea I walk upstairs to my room.
As the wounds of heartbreak freshen, an arrow goes through the soul, but was it all worth it? I question myself, turning off the lights and looking out through the window. Leaning against the wall, flashbacks from the past, happiness, feeling of comfort in those cold winter nights and a shade in the scorching days of summers. 

It all seems to be a distant memory until loneliness surrounds, the difference it made in life can only be appreciated if you value what you learnt. In a world filled with people running after materialism, if you can even though for a fraction of the time, just stand still and gaze at something pure; appreciate the beauty it brings to a monotonous world, that's the power of love. 

We fail to appreciate love, at times our definition of love is not clear, it is clouded by ideas of the people influencing our lives. Love is mistaken for something else, and once the desire washes off, you find yourself in a draining association. If it can be measured and given a percentage, you cannot call it love.