Yash Soni

I met love the day I opened my eyes for the first time. She had teary eyes and strangely a broad smile. I realized, love was an amalgamation of many feelings. I met love in the plastic eyes of my doll named 'Anna.' For the first time, I realized, love preferred silence and it needs to be understood. I met love in between the spokes of wheels of my first bicycle. For the first time, I realized, love runs fast, it needs to be chased. I met love in the smile lines of my paralyzed grandpa. For the first time, I realized, love is trying. I met love in summers. She had wrinkled eyes and wore specs. For the first time, I realized, love was selfless. I met love on the third bench of the first row and love wore a tie. For the first time, I realized, love can be a girl. I met love when I was 21, and stood on the opposite street of where I was standing. Love waved and said goodbye. For the first time, I realized, love doesn't stay, always. I met love on the 3rd bench of the altar on