Love is Not blind

Heard someone say something today.

Deep.

Meaningful.

A Pearl.

On love being Not blind.

And that love sees everything, the flaws, the chips and cracks, the dirt.

Love questions, love argues, love digs deep.

So Think about it.

How can love be blind.

Love isn’t.

It’s just that love loves, taking in the nasties, and the not niceties, not necessarily liking or accepting, but trying to work through it.

Loving is hard work.

Sometimes love wants to throw the towel in and walk away, but then because

Love is love.

Love loves. And loves. And loves.

Here I am trying to love or look loving, and not really succeeding, squinting at the camera before a puja at home.

Draped a chikanchari worked orange light silk Saree, attempting to match my golden orchids that I love.

Alright. A simple technicality.

My husband’s golden orchids, I love.

I leave it to you to decide if I meant the golden orchids or the husband.