The Love he was… he is….

It might not be a Saturday morning, which is for a podcast, and it may not even be the time for Sunday brunch, when the blog comes to you on a weekly basis. But that is what happens, when one is travelling long crossing seas, moving through changing time zones. It could have been an easy skip for me this week, but what makes me share my thoughts, which otherwise would have been a part of both the podcast as well as the blog this week, is my unconditional and unquestioned love for this work of wisdom.

The words to be kept in mind though are unconditional and unquestioned love. And there was no better time for me to share my thoughts on this, than this week which for me symbolizes what true, undiluted love means. The week passing by marked the 4^th year of the passing away of my four-legged brother. Even his name ‘VEER’ meant the same. And though I say it is his passing away, I merely talk about the physical form in which he blessed my life for the years he stayed with me. I have always believed and felt, and that is what I always say, ‘HE STAYS.’

It was Veer who showed me what the definition of love is. That which we seek and do much for to either receive or give, can be so easily practiced is what I always saw in him. And I am consciously not saying that I learnt that from him, Because I know I have a long way to go before I could even see myself close enough to the kind of love he displayed.

This love was not only for me or my mom. I never saw one person who he met, that did not get the same, intense, raw love from him, and even gave the same in return to him. Such was Veer’s aura that anyone who ever got to meet him, became his and made him theirs’. People who he met often, and people who he met just once. There was never a ‘getting to know’ kind of phase for him. He instantly chose and created love around him, wherever and with whoever it was.

And this one big learning for life, which I have been trying to imbibe in my life, that I feel is my way of saying a ‘Thank You’ to Veer for having chosen me as his for a part of my life, and all his. I am still not there, but I promise him each time I try and fail to do so, that I will keep at it, and make him proud someday. 

When I look back at his life, all I see is love and compassion. He had been a protector. He had been a source of strength. He had been a symbol of good times. And what he was, and he remains is a representation of loving without boundaries. He lived short, but he lived big. And though I know that I can never match his bigness on that, I wish that I am able to keep him close to me ever and always, by being somewhat like what he was.

It is not that I get tears whenever I think of him. In fact, often, his thoughts bring a smile to me, and what that tells me is the lasting effects of the happiness he spread while he breathed. I must admit though, that I am writing this with tears in my eyes, as not missing him does not come easy also. 

My intention behind sharing about Veer was not only to pay a tribute to his life, which carries on in his memories within each and every person who ever touched him. Or I should say, he ever touched. What I also intend is to pass on this thought of reflecting on the kind of love we practice in our lives. It would be good and worth enough to ask ourselves, if we have allowed any dilution of the quality of love in our lives. Are we even mindful of what love is? Are we actually calling something else with the name of love? 

And though these questions may bring up replies, which we feel either good or not so good about. The purpose behind asking this is to not feel bad if we see the quality of our love having got diluted. My sole intention and purpose, which stems from my belief that ‘it is never late’, is to see what comes up, and then allow what wants to happens.

It is not wrong if the love has changed to care. It is not wrong if love has given way to support. What is even wrong in a desire of someone, having taken place of what started with nothing but undiluted love. To me there is absolutely nothing wrong in any of these, as all of it also is our own reality. But yes, if these revelations, create a desire to bring things back to how they were. To get back to the times when we practiced and experienced pure, undiluted love, all I suggest is to grab this thought and hang on to it. Until it becomes a part of us again. I have no doubts that life will become magical yet again.

My thoughts and talks about Veer will never end. And so will the love that he left behind for me to experience and share it with the world out there. I am trying to make my brother proud and tell everyone around him in heavens with delight that he owned me. All I want to end this blog is by sending out all the love and affection, to each one of you, and hope that you sense the warmth of its purity, which carries a hug from Veer too.

Love to all!

Stay Safe!