You Know it is true love when..

How do you know if it is true love or not? At some point of time this thought may come to every individuals mind.
Let me share what i have experienced.

Love does not hurt. Physical and/or emotional abuse are not a part of love. Love should make you feel happy, secure and appreciated.
Love is not manipulative, it should not be used to get others to do what you want. You should never give in to demands based on the, "You would do it if you loved me!" tactic.
Love is an intense feeling of caring for another person. It can take many different forms (romantic, friendly, familial) but it is always about caring.
Sacrifice but not Compromise! Although it is true that a big part of love is putting another person's happiness ahead of your own this never includes letting go your values or being untrue to yourself.
It is very easy to confuse lust for love. The true measure of romantic love is commitment and trust, not physical attraction.
It is possible to feel romantic love for more than one person at a given time. Just think, if it is possible for you to love both of your parents at the same time why would it be impossible to feel romantic love for two people at once?
Sex is NOT love. Love is NOT sex. Sex can be a part of romantic love but it is never mandatory.

Romantic love can (and often does) fade. When it goes there is not always a reason. True love doesn't, its eternal.

A weekend at a Farmhouse

During the extra-long lockdown, we had an opportunity to visit one of our family’s farmhouse. 3 hours from our home, somewhere in the fog city of igatpuri lay this amazing nature rescue. Paddy fields The place was mesmerizing with hills and paddy farms surrounding us. The early morning sun shone right in front of the verandah that our room was attached to. It was foggy every morning and clouds all day long so never did we feel the October heat. We hardly felt like staying in our luxurious rooms. I being a nature lover, enjoyed roaming around the fields, the flowering shrubs that beautified the paths and a machan to overlook till your eyesight would reach. Everyday view The sleeping beauty mountain The mountain, the river, the fields, the well, the hand pump, the insects, the flowers and the cattle were the topic of learning for my homeschooled kid. He had a friend to accompany him all day long. She was a year older than him, yet they both did compliment each other in many ways. W...

Pawna Lakeside Camping (Day 2)

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Pawna lakeside camping (Day 1)

Homeschool experience for our kid led us to understand the importance of small meaningful trips in the wild. We had been staying in a tent that had attached bathroom in the midst of a dessert during our Rajasthan trip but this one was such a raw experience. We were done with our morning routine and headed to lonavala at around 11. Listening to old songs that i love chorusing along, we reached Kailash Parbat for a lunch hault. H enjoyed homemade puranpoli that his granny made. At Kailash Parbat The weather was cold enough and H was happy to find a baby next table to play with. From here our journey was full of rough roads and yet we enjoyed looking at the scenes it had to offer. Farmer with his bullocks A farmer was ploughing his land which caught baby H's eyes. He realized we have reached another side of the world already. The tropical flowers and shrubs that H kept visiting were part of his love for colors. Pawna Lake, Thakursai Pretty Purple Flowers Ye...

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