A little too much

BY: ARFA MASIHUDDIN, M.B.B.S., BATCH XX
PHOTO CREDITS: MAHAM JAWAID AHMED, M.B.B.S., BATCH XXI

 

Is it possible to love

too much?

She asked.

 

I told her it is.

But

It is terrifyingly beautiful.

 

Like the setting sun,

going orange, silently?

She asked.

 

Like the darkness of

the universe,

I said.

 

How will I know if it’s loving too much?

A little too much?

She asked.

 

Your heart will sink

and your limbs will be heavy

and it will hurt, oh, just a little too much!

 

Will it break me?

She asked.

Will it?

 

Don’t be scared,

I smiled.

The Broken will be a Gorgeous  Whole.

 

Break! Hurt! Break!

And

then return to yourself.

 

Why do we love

too much?

She asked again.

 

Because…God loves too

much.

I told her again.

 

A child of Adam

seeks a home.

And he loves too much.

 

A child of Eve

gives a home.

And she loves too much.

 

Yes, we love too much.

It is possible

to love too much.

 

But,

she asked.

What is too much?

 

And then,

I smiled a tired smile.

A grateful smile…

 

The slow curve of the Ansoo Lake,

and the snow on the Alps,

and your…aansoo.

 

That

is

too much…

 

It is possible to love

too much, yes,

I said.

 

It is possible

to love

too much.

 

 

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PHOTO CREDITS: MAHAM JAWAID AHMED, M.B.B.S., BATCH XXI 

 

 

 

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