Letting Go

"My darling, I love everything that's not mine, you for example "

                                                  _Blanca Varela, from The Blinding Star

What a beautiful line, isn't it?

I really don't know why, but I could literally feel this line. May be I too loved and had to let go.

I once thought love meant staying, fighting, and never letting go. But love—real love—sometimes walks away with grace. Not because it stopped caring, but because it cared too much to stay and cause pain. And in that letting go, I found a deeper kind of love—the one that expects nothing, demands nothing, and still, somehow, remains . 

The best kind of love isn’t about marriage or fulfilling romantic fantasies. It's about growth. True love brings out the best in both people—it uplifts, empowers, and nurtures. Love never diminishes who you are; it helps you become more of who you're meant to be. If it doesn’t do that, then it isn’t love.

The problem with romantic love is that, more often, one gets hurt—if not both. Not because love is flawed, but because we live in a society that rarely approves of it. Love is treated as secondary; what comes first is caste, class, religion, race, and circumstance.

Most love stories aren’t broken by lack of affection, but by the weight of reality. People may deeply want to be together, but society won’t let them.

They may be forced apart by financial struggles, family pressures, or the need to 'settle down' within the limits others set for them. Especially in places like Kerala, love seldom wins.

But still, if that love—no matter how short-lived or unfulfilled—manages to bring out the best in both people, then that is the purest and most meaningful kind of love.

A friend of mine once told me that he was able to reshape his love and his years of longings into something called friendship. At that time, I really wondered how he managed to do that. Friendship is really a good form of love. But I know how hard it is to turn ones love into friendship . But later, I found myself doing the same. And that’s when I realized—maybe love , at its core,is all about letting go. Maybe letting go is the purest form of love.

Letting go isn’t the absence of love—it’s love overflowing.