AHA-MOMENTS Sep 2020 LP
They called her Love
Love and fear often come face to face. In these moments, consciously choose love, as love liberates, whereas fear enslaves, says Megha Bajaj
She had thin, pink lips. Ringlets in her hair. Big almond-shaped brown eyes. They called her Love.
For wherever she went, she would bind people in love. She would make them feel so beautiful that the best in them would come forth. She would take them to the depths of their being, so they could experience who they were—love.
And yet, Love was not at ease. She used to question why there was so much hatred, jealousy, and anger in the world. A ball of anxiety would form in her stomach each time she came in touch with negative, darker emotions. She would feel like curling up and not getting out of bed at all. All she wanted to do was love, but it did not always seem easy to do.
One day, love was picking cherries in a forest. It was getting dark, but everything around was so beautiful—the crescent moonrise, the burst of dragonflies, the purple skies. She did not want to leave. She was humming happily and prancing about when, suddenly, she felt something eerie. It was Fear. It struck at her heart and laughed cruelly. She was scared. She felt overwhelmed. How would she make it home?
She fell to her knees. Fear seemed to be taking over every part of her. She felt choked. She felt like crying but no sound came out. She wanted to run, but where could she go? Fear seemed to have paralysed her. All she wanted was to reach her hearth, that warm fireplace, that wooden dining table where hot tomato soup and garlic rolls awaited her. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be with her daddy and mommy. She wanted to go home, no matter what. To her little puppy, she so dearly loved. And her best friend.
The darkness and chill seemed to be increasing by the minute and Love just couldn’t get up. Her legs were not moving. It seemed impossible. Fear was taking over her completely. The light of love was dimming. She just kept focussing on her breath and felt that any moment, she would just lose her mind. She kept telling herself to calm down. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a thought burst through her mind. It was of her daddy singing her to sleep. The way he lay her head upon his chest, tousled her curls, caressed her cheeks, and sang in that deep voice of his. Then the image of her puppy leaping towards her came to her mind. And of her mother lovingly making banana milkshake. Feeding her with her delicate hands. Love came bursting to the fore.
Love and Fear clashed. They fought.
Love said, “I can and I will.”
Fear said, “You cannot and you won’t!”
Love said, “Just watch” and she tried to get up.
Fear said, “No ways!” and held her down.
Love closed her eyes. She just kept holding onto the best of her memories; moments where all she could feel was peace and bliss. Slowly, inch by inch, fear began to give way. Love began to grow. She stood up. Fear tried to hold her back, but she fought back with all her might. She could do this. She took a tentative step, and then another. And suddenly, she began to run towards home.
Love was growing within her. She had broken free of the shackle of every negative emotion. All she could feel was love. Love and more love. Before she knew it, she was home. As she stood out of breath and waited to be let in, tears fell incessantly from her eyes. She realised, it was all a part of the journey. Love and Fear would often come before her and fight like two hungry wolves. She had to be aware, she had to stay rooted and keep allowing Love to win.
An award-winning author, film-script writer and poet, Megha is an eternal seeker at heart. She also empowers people to write and get published through her online writing workshop. You can read more on www.WonderofWords.org.