I've always wanted to be loved. For as long as I remember. But it is never a very unconditional desire. I want love, the one that pushes you beyond your limits (because I think very little of myself, which takes away most of my ability for the action), the one that is present with you in the cups of tea, the one that nurtures, that grows, that protects. In every age group, I've missed love in different ways, different times. Now when I'm 23, I want to fall asleep to Aesop's Fables. To the king and the queen who lived happily ever after. I've my theories and observations from life. I do believe in deep longings taking shapes in form of meaningful relationships. But I don't know if it happens with everyone. Or maybe it does, we fail to identify it. Tagore rightly questions, Jodi Tare nai chini go sheyki amaye nebe chine? https://youtu.be/izm3X7W9GBc