LIVE. LOVE. LAUGH.

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This year started with a noisy thump reflecting the unanticipated exertion of the last days of last year’s mishappening. It was murky and negatively eventful. The sudden death of my father-in-law left an unexplainable inconsistency in each of our lives.  There were plans and several talks on many future events in our lives, and then suddenly we came to know of his death. Death is inevitable, but when it surprises us, it gives jitters to our sense organs, bringing us back to the universal truth of life that ‘man is mortal’. He was a jolly person, and he lived his life to the fullest. An important fact is to ‘live’ the life, irrespective of the situation, standing bold and without faltering. We should not reciprocate happiness or grief with the same, but should ardently follow only one maxim: live.

I saw the two puppies fighting and shoving each other, competing to reach the other side of the road where their mother was feeding another one similar to these two. Ah! it was the mother’s love that made them quarrel among themselves. I stopped my car only to witness these younglings' arduous journey to reach their love. After pushing and jostling with each other, they reached their mother and were now aiming at the puppy, who was already enjoying the mother’s care. I stared at the mother, who looked unperturbed and calm, not even sharing her glance with any of them. The puppies, though, occasionally looked at her, asking for validation of which one deserved her love. After about five minutes, she licked each of them with her tongue and embraced all of them together in her lap. She was the mother. Her love was unconditional for all of her children. It made me realize that ‘love’ should always be without measurement, similar to a mother’s love. Either you love or you do not. But to live this life, the only antidote is to give immeasurable love to anyone and everyone.

The other day, at about 1 AM, I woke up startled and annoyed when I heard a child laughing out loud, a voice very similar to that of my young one. I was half awake and terrified. I recollected my senses only to find silence in the room. I looked at my six-year-old, who was fast asleep. Lovingly, I caressed his hair and kissed his forehead. I slept, confirming it to be some dream of my unconscious mind. But after a gap of fifteen minutes, when I was almost asleep, the similar commotion woke me up again, and this time it was punctuated with some broken dialogues, ‘pass me the ball, mumma’. I jumped out of bed. My son had turned his face to the other side, facing the wall. I kept staring at him in fright. I switched on the lights, paused, and waited. Again, it was repeated. To my surprise, I caught my little one giggling, laughing, and talking loudly with none other than me in his dream. I recollected that we had played football in the evening and that he was still reminiscing about those moments. I smiled and hugged him tightly. I perceived his happiness, which was evident from his laughs and smiles.

Living this life alone is not enough. It is to be lived with love. This would make us happy so that we can illuminate happiness in our surroundings.

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