Everyday we love someone or the other. The word Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness. Love is nothing but a madness. It erupts like a volcano and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.

love between mother and daughter

love between newly wed couple

Pregnent couple love

couples newly in love

love between siblings

sealing love

holding your lover's hand

capturing your love

newly born love

loving your family

old age love

That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.