Upon reading Ameena Hussein’s latest work of literature “The Moon in the Water”, I found myself pondering on this very matter of love as she had masterfully intertwined it in various measures, instances and of course forms. It was then I dabbled in prose trying to determine my own rendition of it.
“What is love? I asked myself, if not a fleeting emotion, that we mere mortals have come to name. A four letter word, if nothing more, how can we define the way we feel about one another? How can we define the way we are with one another? Is it physical? Is it really emotional? Is it lust or is it care? We know not really, for we ourselves render what love means to us. We ourselves render the bond, the relation, the link we hold with our hands, with our hearts, with the ones we cherish days in and days out. Whether its the person you think about each morn or night, whether it is the one your heart breaks to remind, whether it is the one who makes your eyes pore with life, that is what love is to you and cherishing that moment, you will find love, in all its glory, nothing better than in that moment you will find.”