Love of My Type

By Nidhi Pant

May be one day people will realise the value of little space in between two beds denoting the space

between two hearts.. May be they are in the same room but doesn’t share the same energy..

I don’t know it’s rude or not but love is something different for me. There is no someone

special with whom I share every ounce of me.I believe love is so natural that can not be bound to a

particular person. I give love to every person whom I meet or talk, or atleast give that warmth which has

a ray of hope and positivity..this kind of love I feel and practice. It’s difficult at times how I feel….may be

my words are not in their dictionary or they don’t hear the voice of my soul.. everytime I failed to

explain my definition of love to them. The love which is beyond physical connection, which is beyond

words at times.. the love which is invisibly visible and effortless. I am filled with self love and share the

same with this world.but they don’t like that kind of love.may be I don’t fit in their Circle of love.I never

loved anyone with conditions because I don’t want to. That’s why the void in me always reminds me of

being misunderstood to this world. Nevertheless love is just like a river which flows in me so naturally

and I promise myself in this journey of life I will spread all the love in limitless forms without expecting it

in return.I am and will be an undefined lover in this life but may be one day I will make this world realise

the love of my type.

By Nidhi Pant