Love Story: It’s definition (I googled) is “a tale of lovers”.
But, that’s not my concern. The idea for this blog randomly
struck my mind when I saw the words “true love story” and it got me wondering.
True love story, as such, has no definition.
Who decides though? Which love story is true and which is
untrue? Romeo & Juliet, Cleopatra & Mark Antony , Laila & Majnu,
Salim & Anarkali and some more tragic love stories are few that are
considered to be ‘true’. The stories
with sad endings. And then there are movies depicting the unconditional love
between a couple where one partner is diagnosed with some terminal disease
eventually or the ship they are travelling in hits an ice berg and sinks.
As much as I love sappy sad stories, I hate how our notion
of true love stories has now become the very idea of someone sacrificing their
life either waiting for ‘the one’ or devoting their life to a dying loved one.
"True love stories never have endings."
And then there are these quotations which frame such very
notion of true love in our brains.
Whatever happened to our childhood when true love meant our
parents fighting ever second day and then making up to each other the next? The
constant nagging and arguments followed by “ladte wo hi hain jo pyaar karte
hain”. Rather, our grandparents. The time when the women in the house wore a pallu
over their head and had meek expressions with eyes that never met their husband’s
(atleast when they were not alone). That was also love, true one for that matter
but only in a way now alien to us.
Fortunately, I haven’t seen the tragic ones around me. But
when I see an old couple walking together at a market or a mall, I look at them
and think that is true love. I see my parents, and there I see true love. I see
my friends who sometimes fall out of relationships but I know their love was
true, only it just didn’t work out. Because sometimes it’s not meant to work
out. And sometimes, true love stories do end.
