The Origin of Love

Few years back I was down and sad. I was feeling hopelessly unwanted... I was sitting inside and outside it was raining... There was a wire to hang cloths just outside my room. The rain droplets were queuing up to fall to the ground from that wire.... and one by one they kept falling and another kept replacing them... one of the droplet refuse to fall for some time. What made the droplet stick to the wire for so long? ‘What’ is it that is stopping the droplet from falling to the ground? Surface tension..? said my logical mind. I went out in the rain to inspect more closely and slowly ‘what’ changed to ‘why’. Why the droplet was clinging to the wire or why the wire is not letting it go. The question ‘Why’ was neither logical nor rational but somehow was making more sense to me. I looked closer. I looked at the droplet and then through the droplet. The world through the droplet looked completely different shapes sizes and even colour... and then the droplet fell and disappeared in the ground. I looked up I saw millions such droplets falling from the sky, we call it rain.  I realised, the droplet was clinging to the wire for me.  The rain was falling for me.  The clouds will soon give way to the bright sun and that too for me. I inhaled and felt the air fill up my lungs... The thing which I have been doing since I was born, breathing ... The action that I take completely for granted made more sense to me.... I felt loved... I realised I am loved....

With this came another realisation... but by this time I knew how to deal with it or at least to live with it.