Iss Pyaar

It is in the telepathy of the mundane. It is knowing exactly how they take their coffee—not because you asked, but because you watched. It is the hand that reaches out instinctively during a nightmare, before the conscious mind has even woken up. It is the way a name feels different in your mouth, heavier and yet lighter all at once.

So, what do we name this love?

It is a paradox. It makes you strong enough to move mountains, yet fragile enough that a single careless word can shatter you. It makes you selfless, yet possessive. It is a constant war between the head, which demands logic, and the heart, which has abandoned logic entirely to worship at the altar of another. iss pyaar