Being in love

This is my usual ride to work on the Caltrain. It is a beautiful morning and I am thankful God gifted it to me. I am sitting by the window seat with the my laptop on. The new trains have uninterrupted power supplies to laptops. I couldn't get luckier and wouldn't trade this morning for anything in the world!

Its drizzling gently and my eyes are finding beauty in every pattern of the rain drops. I am riding on the various pleasant emotions ruled by the tunes running in my headphones.I am happy and in love with this morning, in love with myself and what life has offered me in its countless mannerisms.

There are so many tasks listed on my 'Things to do ' list. Still my mind wants to be in love with everything around and within me. Just before I start the windmills of my mind I have a thought to share.

Isn't it so important to be in love? [To all those set of people who think love means an attraction between a man and a woman, I would ask you to expand your stream of thinking (with all due respects!).]

The idea of love has been more enigmatic than I thought it to be. There is a love of a mother and a child, between siblings, between friends, between strangers or between a man and a woman. Does it have the same credibility in all cases and in its purest form?

I have felt the love of a child and a mother ,a sibling, a friend or a spouse. It has felt quite the same and different at various points of time. As much as I would like to know the difference, I'd like to believe that love feels the same when it is free of the labels it is used for.

Here's a thought to being in love and the joy and celebration attached to it! For being in love this day, with this moment, for what it has offered to you (pain or pleasure) and what you have to offer in return...