Love is in the air – The phrase always bewildered him as a child. Love in those times translated to only few things – love towards your mother (father never made the cut on paper ;-)), love for your favorite toy, and love for the favorite bakery snack which always left you drooling for more. Material stuff made up for most of the part in that “love” list.
5th grade as he remembers had an English lecturer, a lady, talking about love from one of Shakespeare’s which puzzled him more. He learned that not only did love make it into the air, but sparks flew also. (Probably should have written a whitepaper on how the supposedly-in-the-sparks acts as accelerators for the chemistry between two mortals.) But he still had questions on it. Questions - some things which make a kid different from the adults we pose to be now. And they fire away these stupid queries of theirs towards the hapless- their parents, lecturers or their cousin brothers who claim to know it all.
10th grade – Love for another mortal other than towards his family revolves around some one whom he constantly interacts with. Ask any guy ( who is not shy enough to admit ) and a teacher’s name would pop up. The sparks never flew even then.
12th grade and so on – There is always the first love – the bitter one for most part. Blame the chamber called brain( not the mind or heart – heck the heart does all the pumping and gets all the blame for the stupid brain) which ousts all reasoning at that point and makes him believe that the sparks did fly. Except that he realized it quite late that everything else near it caught fire and the burns remain and he couldn’t bear it anymore.
The “so on “stage comes with a price. If life were a database, God plays the admin and a pretty good one at that. Making you capitulate when it stops responding to your queries.
Then all of a sudden, Violins blend in with that sound of a distant piano (which you never heard earlier), your knees weaken for no reason, your favorite musician returns from dead to sing “Here’s your love “. Sparks fly and you don’t care if you burnt down the whole planet. You are in love. The place doesn’t matter. The age doesn’t matter. The color of skin doesn’t matter. The lingo doesn’t matter. Love is certainly in the air. A definitely hot air indeed..