The Question Mark of Love

People marry without a shred of affection and live together for ages, generation after generation. People carry intense love locked in their chests and never meet again after parting, yet spend their whole lives secretly loving that person in the dark.

There exists in this world a love so commonplace it contains not a whisper of tenderness; and there exists such fierce affection that it never once became love.

Love is the only thing in this world that defies explanation, that resists all equations. No one—not even the person themselves—can understand why someone loves a particular person at a particular moment for a particular reason.

The Princess Diana who is a dream messenger to one person is merely a daily void to her own husband.
The object that is a prized possession in one home is nothing but trash in another's dustbin.
The person who is a complete zero to you might be a superhero to someone else.

Love is precisely this kind of bewildering thing. The eyes you love—those lovely, kohl-lined eyes—may seem plain to some. Yet to you, those dark, shadowed, sunken eyes are like the eyes of Bonolota Sen from a poem.

Life itself is one long question mark. And love is another, much larger question mark placed squarely upon it.

Here, many questions will never be answered. Many problems have no solutions. Many equations have no formulas.

Some people cannot speak because they love; others speak recklessly precisely because they do not. And many live on by the consolation offered in these lines from Buddhadeb Basu's poem... "You existed, and yet you existed." Someone arrives in your life. After that, no one else can truly arrive, or if they do, they find no room in your heart.