There are love stories and love stories, with a hero, a heroine, sometimes, two heroes, and two heroines various permutations and combinations. These are accepted norms of love stories, but then there are love stories. The love story of the soul with life and its romance with romance. That I find fascinating.
There are times when you want to say, “I love, but…” its that but that takes away the the I love you, for there are no ifs, buts or when in love. Its just there, and always. No beginning, no end. it’s the condition less state of the heart. Not a feeling that comes and goes at the whim of the emotion. It is there in our heart, a part of our heart an eventually grafting itself into each limb and cell of our bodies. Love changes our brain, the way move and talk. Love lives in our spirit and graces with its presence each day, until death.
Saying I love you but… is as good as saying I don’t love you at all.
Can you remember when your loved ones name was just another name that rolled without thought off the tongue, but when you acknowledge the love, then the name brings abundance of sentiment attached with each letter. The name that one played so carelessly , so easily suddenly ecomes sacred. It can no longer be thrown around lightly or be repeated without deep thought.
I think of the actress Rekha, who uses language to describe Mr.Bacchan, but it is as if he is the nameless, because those letters grouped together in that familiar form… carries too much meaning for her capricious heart, so she refers to him as,”Woh”
All the love stories are captured beautifully by the story of Eros and Psyche, the Greek art talks of it, as early as 4th century BC. The novel Metamorphoses is the most vibrant source of the tale, its all about overcoming the obstacles to the love between Psyche the soul or the breath of life and cupid, and eventually their ultimate union in marriage.
The fame of Psyche’s beauty almost eclipses that of Venus, and Venus the goddess of love sends cupid to exact her revenge. But Cupid is enamoured by Psyche and arranges to have her taken to his palace. He visits her at night telling her not to look upon him. Psyche’s jealous siblings convinced her that he is a monster, so smuggles a lamp into the chamber to see him.
His beauty startles her, so much that the oil from her lamp drips onto Cupid and awakens him. He abandons, while she wanders round the earth looking for him, until she submits to the service of Venus. Venus tortures Psyche and sends her on a series of quests, the quest of Psyche follows the Hero’s cycle with her despairing and receiving divine help. On her final task is to retrieve a dose of Proserpina’s beauty from the underworld. Psyche of course succeeds, but on her way back, she opens the box with hope of benefitting from it, and that sends her to a torpid sleep. Cupid, finds her in this state and revives her by returning the sleep to the box. Jupiter grants Psyche immortality and she weds cupid.
This story manifests in so many ways, as the eternal love between Radha and Krishna the atman and the parmatma of Hindu philosophy or the Sufi way of the divine love, the story can be a folk tale, a fairy tale or a myth. But the eternal, love of the mortal and immortal.