‘What is love for you?’ asked a friend of mine. ‘Love for me?’ I laughed.

I thought about it, what is love for me? How do I describe it? And oh, I was speechless.

I went back home and while I was driving I kept pondering on the same question. What is love according to me? Why can’t I find any answer to it? Is it what I feel when I look at a handsome male, is it about listening to romantic music, is it when I can’t sleep all night or is it when I go on a date in a restaurant that serves delicious food. Hmm…what is love?

Finally, I reached home, parked my car and being a fitness conscious, I took the stairs to my apartment. I soon forgot about all that I was thinking and started to find my house keys in my huge office bag. Ha! Got it. As I reached my flat, I took the keys and opened the door.

Woof, Woof! Came the bark and there I saw Berry, my dog, jumping from the drawing room sofa and running towards me. I too walked swiftly towards him and hugged him tight. As I sat on the floor, Berry licked my face happily. And after twenty minutes of hugging, licking, kissing, our mandatory evening ritual was complete.

I went in, changed my office clothes, relaxed for a while and then Berry and I had dinner. After which I took him out for his evening stroll and once we came back, the air conditioning was switched on in my room. Locking the main and balcony doors of my house, I went into my room. My little dog was already tired and lying on the bed, looking at me as if he has to go out to work everyday. I quickly switched off the lights and went to sleep.

As I lay beside Berry, stroking his soft furry skin gently, I happen to think again about the question my friend had asked me.

Berry was sleeping with his one paw on my chest and as I looked at him, I got my answer. In that instant I knew what love was for me…unconditional, innocent and something that I did not want to lose. I smiled as I realised that cupid had already struck me, “Berry” meant love for me.

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From the Origin of time many rise and fall like winter weeds, My identity could not be revealed by anyone, My identity could only be revealed if you know me well. There isn't any great mystery about me. What I do is glamorous and has an awful lot of white-hot attention placed on it. But the actual work requires the same discipline and passion as any job you love doing, be it as a very good pipe fitter or a highly creative artist.


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