The master said, "And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. "
The bell rang and the it was time to go home. The master asked the class to disperse and think about the poetry of Khalil Gibran he had been reading to the students. The entire poem was well received but the last line was stuck in the boy's head.
He wondered what is this kind of love the master was reading about. Is it the same love that his classmates keep yapping about that you feel when you like a certain girl or is it the kind of love that he feels for the dog that he plays along on his way home everyday?
He had been wondering about this for some time now. He didn't understand this concept of love. He knew he loved his parents but he never knew how to feel it. He just knew it as something which they said to each other and him. Something that just existed without ever introducing itself as something profound. Then why is it always spoken about? Like why was it necessary to say,'I love you'. Why was it such a necessity to find a girlfriend or a boyfriend and use the word a thousand times a day?
What if love was what he felt for that dog every time it came running for him the moment walked out of the college gates? What if it was what he felt for this old granny in his building who always greeted him with a 'Beta' after his name? What if it was that feeling which comes after a brutally honest conversation with a friend? What if love it was what he felt for his master who was always gentle and kind to him yet reprimanding when he deviated from his goals?
There must be definitely more to this word than just the man-woman thing and the one you feel for your family. "Well if that is so" he prayed, " May love find me worthy and direct my course as it will."
The bell rang and the it was time to go home. The master asked the class to disperse and think about the poetry of Khalil Gibran he had been reading to the students. The entire poem was well received but the last line was stuck in the boy's head.
He wondered what is this kind of love the master was reading about. Is it the same love that his classmates keep yapping about that you feel when you like a certain girl or is it the kind of love that he feels for the dog that he plays along on his way home everyday?
He had been wondering about this for some time now. He didn't understand this concept of love. He knew he loved his parents but he never knew how to feel it. He just knew it as something which they said to each other and him. Something that just existed without ever introducing itself as something profound. Then why is it always spoken about? Like why was it necessary to say,'I love you'. Why was it such a necessity to find a girlfriend or a boyfriend and use the word a thousand times a day?
What if love was what he felt for that dog every time it came running for him the moment walked out of the college gates? What if it was what he felt for this old granny in his building who always greeted him with a 'Beta' after his name? What if it was that feeling which comes after a brutally honest conversation with a friend? What if love it was what he felt for his master who was always gentle and kind to him yet reprimanding when he deviated from his goals?
There must be definitely more to this word than just the man-woman thing and the one you feel for your family. "Well if that is so" he prayed, " May love find me worthy and direct my course as it will."
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