"When Love Doesn’t Feel Fair"

"When Love Doesn’t Feel Fair"

तुझे मेरा दर्द है तो क्या मिट जाऊं मैं,

साथ रहा तेरे तो क्या भूल जाऊं मैं,

कितना आसान है किसी को याद करना,

तेरी बेवफाई पर क्या रूठ जाऊं मैं?

Love has always been a strange paradox—beautiful, yet confusing. At times, it feels like no matter how purely we love, we still end up with empty hands. You give everything to someone, only to realize that love alone isn't always enough to make them stay. And when they leave, you're left with questions that don’t have answers.

Have you ever loved someone so deeply that their presence shaped your dreams, your thoughts, your growth? And yet, you’re no longer with them. You’ve moved on—at least that’s what the world sees. But inside, a part of you still quietly holds onto that connection.

It’s not that you want to betray anyone. You just want to understand why the person you’re with now doesn’t feel the same as the one you once loved. You’re not asking to go back in time or to hurt anyone. You’re simply asking: Why does the heart still ache for someone who’s no longer in your life?

Love isn't just about the present moment. Sometimes it’s about the journey, the memories, the version of yourself that only one person helped bring out. That kind of connection doesn’t disappear with time. It becomes a quiet part of who you are.

Maybe you’re in a good place now. Maybe your current partner is kind, caring, and trying their best. But deep down, you know it’s not the same. You don’t love them with the same fire. And that’s not their fault—it’s just that your heart once belonged elsewhere, fully and freely.

This isn’t manipulation. This isn’t selfishness. This is honesty—the kind we rarely speak aloud. We’re often stuck choosing between what feels right and what looks right. Between the heart and the world.

But remember this:

Love is faith. And even if time moves on, don’t lose faith in the love you felt. It was real. It changed you. And it taught you how deeply you’re capable of feeling.

You’re not weak for remembering. You’re not wrong for still caring. You're just human—with a heart that once loved fearlessly.

Comparison

What Makes Something Truly Special?

Three years into marriage, and I still find myself adjusting—not to someone else's world, but to the one I helped build. It's strange how we often think the environment will change around us, when in reality, we are part of shaping it. Marriage, I’ve come to learn, isn’t just about love in its romantic form; it’s about commitment, responsibility, and an everyday choice to stand by the same person—regardless of the situation.

I’m trying. I really am. I do small things sometimes—acts of care, gestures I hope will make her smile. Other times, I step back. Not out of neglect, but because I don't feel like doing something just for the sake of it. There are a few things that matter deeply to me, and I’ve expressed them to my wife—hoping she understands and values them as I do.

Then something happened recently. A moment that pulled me back to a past relationship. In that relationship, the girl would effortlessly take care of the things that mattered to me. Whether she was tired, busy, or even upset, she made sure those little things—like making me tea before bed—were never missed. She just… understood. It wasn't about control or sacrifice. It was her way of saying, I see you, I care.

Yesterday at 6:24 a.m., I asked my wife for a cup of tea before going to sleep—a small ritual that brings me comfort. She refused. She was tired, asleep, and I had disturbed her. She got upset. And in that moment, I couldn’t help but compare.

That’s when it hit me: Love makes us do things, sometimes inconvenient things, for the people we care about. Not because we're forced to, but because we want to. True love expresses itself in quiet acts—simple, consistent, thoughtful.

But here's the paradox: the one who loves like that, openly and generously, often ends up being judged for it. We take them for granted. And when they’re gone, regret settles in—because the smallest gestures become the biggest memories.

Few thing cannot be undone. Regret hurts, not because of what happened, but because of what didn't. What wasn't said, what wasn’t appreciated, what was ignored.

Love isn’t a grand declaration—it’s tea at 6:24 a.m. It’s knowing someone’s comfort and choosing it over your convenience. It’s in the unspoken, the unnoticed, the uncelebrated efforts.

And perhaps, that’s what makes something truly special.

Fading is not love?

जो ना जाने रिवायत क्या हैं,

उसे नहीं पता रिफाकत क्या हैं,

लोग मोहब्बत में उसूल रखते हैं,

वहीं बताएंगे हिमाकत क्या हैं।

You know, sometimes life hits you in a way you never expected.

A nightmare turns real.
A small argument turns into something tragic.
And dreams that lived in your heart for years… just die quietly.

No one warns you.
Even death doesn’t wait — it just comes when you're finally hoping for some peace and happiness in life.

I still remember the day she got married.
She made a practical choice — something that made sense to her.
But for me, it broke everything inside.
That was the first time I felt what real pain was.
That’s when I understood... love can fade.
And when it does, nothing — not your tears, not your begging, not your breakdown — can bring it back.

You feel your hands shaking.
Your eyes get blurry.
And you can't even find the words to express how you feel.

That’s the worst part of failed love.
You might move on. You might heal.
But it leaves a hole inside you that never really goes away.
A part of you starts hating yourself — for loving, for trusting, for believing.

You know how gold is valuable when it’s in the market?
Once it's out, it’s just another metal.
Love is the same.
When it's alive, it gives you strength.
But once it’s gone, it becomes the reason you start hating everything about it — even the good memories.
And sometimes, even friends do the same. They leave when you need them most.

So, if you're watching this — really understand what love means.
If you love someone, love them completely.
And if you don't, then you are destroying him all the way.

Because when someone gives you their trust, their love, their everything — and you walk away...
You’re not just ending a relationship.
You’re killing a person.

And if you ever want to know whether it was real love or not, try this:

Look at your palms.
Don’t think. Just look.
If your eyes fill up with tears, it was love.
If not, then you’ve destroyed someone... and you don’t even know why.