Sound of Love

There are two halves to the one whole of a plant’s growth. 

Similarly, there can be two parts of love.

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Have you ever planted seeds or a sapling and see it grow? Initially, the roots form. They grow underground, unseen and silent. Bidding its time. And then, when the roots have gotten hold, the stems, leaves, fruits and flowers flourish. Slowly, steadily. Its loud, in your face and well, communicates to the whole world that ‘I am growing; I am flourishing’.
There are two halves to the one whole of a plant’s growth. 

Similarly, there can be two parts of love.

One is loud and deafening in its sound. It’s when you feel like your heart is expanding at a rapid pace, and will soon burst out of your body to envelope the whole world. It’s when you want to climb to the rooftop and shout to the whole world about the love you’re feeling. Your body, mind and soul screams and demands a witness to your Love. 

This is akin to the stems and branches of the trees that you are trying to reach the sky, continuously, constantly. The branches of your Love want to spread far and wide, taping into different fields and regions. And then the fiery flowers bloom to attract every eye that passes by. Like the Flame of the Forest, commonly known as Gulmohar in India or the Flame Tree. Scientists, in their usual grave tenor, call it the Royal Poinciana. Irrespective of what you call it, the vibrant vivid hues catch your attention and often take your breath away. Just like your intense feelings take your lovers breath away. The emotions move outward, from you to the world.

And then there’s the quiet love, silent and contemplative. Internal. Deep. It’s like the roots that spread wide and deep within. 

This is when you quietly stand on the sidelines of your lover’s story, witness to their beauty and well, life. When you let them be the hero of their story, beaming and happy. It’s when you bask in vibrant rays of their joys and happiness, all the while glowing in joy yourself. It’s when you find happiness and contentment in their peace. And nothing else really matters—not as much as your lover any way. This Love, like the roots, does not seek to shout or even intimate you of its presence. It just wishes to live, to be. And the flow of emotion? Well, it starts from you and flows deeper and deeper, slowly spreading through the veins and sinking further into your soul.

I hardly doubt that the two Loves exist separately. They’re part of the same whole. And the chances are, at different points in life, you’re likely to have felt both. 

Adult: Living a poor quality of life

Do you think it is a coincidence that the word ‘adulteration’ contains the word ‘adult’? Afterall, in adulthood, so many joys are ‘adulterated’ compared to childhood? We are essentially living a ‘poorer’ quality of life for many reasons.

A thought struck me yesterday while conversing with my boss.

He was talking about his 5-year-old son and small joys in life. His exact statement goes something like this: It was only after I had a child that I understood how unadulterated children’s joys really are.

Un’adult’erated.

The word, adulterate, according to Oxford Dictionary, means to “render (something) poorer in quality by adding another substance.”

It struck me then, do you think it is a coincidence that it contains the word ‘adult’? Afterall, in adulthood, so many joys are ‘adulterated’ compared to childhood? We are essentially living a ‘poorer’ quality of life for many reasons.

The more I think of it, the more I feel awe for this link. It may be pure coincidence, but isn’t it something to think about?

What say you? Do tell me your views in the comments section.