I hope that you enjoy reading this post on the weekly Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where eleven of us write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by Will. The ten other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Maxi, Maria SF, Padmum, Paul, Rohit,Shackman, The Old Fossil and Will. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, do give some allowance for that too!
I don’t quite know what Will had in mind when he thought up this topic, but for me, it is most certainly not over yet. I doubt very much that it ever will be.
I am talking about a much bandied about word – love. That indescribable emotion that means so many things to so many people and which is used in different contexts to mean different things to different people. I have written about it in some detail in an earlier post. I had concluded that post with a quote from Bill Cosby – “I am certainly not an authority on love because there are no authorities on love, just those who’ve had luck with it, and those who haven’t.”
I am one of those lucky ones. Except that now, it is no longer focused on a physical reality but on an abstract entity called nostalgia. 48 years of a great relationship does not get over because of death.
As I write this post, I am recovering from a very enjoyable lunch with some great company. Two of them had come for the first time to our home and one of them, a lady, saw Urmeela’s photograph on the wall cheerfully looking on at all that was happening in our drawing and dining rooms. She promptly wanted to see some of our old albums and I diplomatically wriggled out of that chore, as I simply did not want to. But that little diversion changed my mood for the rest of the afternoon and it took all my will power to continue being a graceful host. I wanted to spend some time on some diversion and sought the LBC topic for the coming Friday and found synchronicity up to its mischief again.
“An honorable human relationship – that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word “love” – is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other.
It is important to do this because it breaks down human self-delusion and isolation.
It is important to do this because in doing so we do justice to our own complexity.
It is important to do this because we can count on so few people to go that hard way with us.”
~ Adrienne Rich
We did. I still do.