Love-A homograph

“I say, this is the purest form of love,” one said, sounding like possessing years of experience in it. “Play it again, I want to feel it to the core,” pulling back his friend’s mobile—replayed.

“Can’t I feel it?” another one from the corner of the room whooped, “share it to me on WhatsApp.”

“Oh, then you people decided that I am never going to be in a relation,” the other positioning himself in a fiddly manner on the couch, sneered, “I too can feel it, share it to me.”

Instead, it was shared on, ‘Brothers from diff. Mothers’, WhatsApp group.

Things were quite similar all over. Just the social platforms differed.

‘The crazy couple’, one tweeted, attaching the video.

‘I recalled my first Love’, others commented and retweeted.

Some, who are assumed to be having liability to save the society, posted, ‘I don’t know where this generation is the carrying the culture’ on Facebook, added the video too.

‘People go blind—when in Loveeeee...! but kinda cute’, on an Instagram story, popping lots of red hearts over the video. Which later became his profile highlight.

‘This lovely couple will not let you turn off the screen, one of the many YouTube channels who posted this video, set up this thumbnail. But actually yes, people clung to the screen watching that.

The post on Facebook was liked and commented, the workless were determined to trend it with insane hashtags.

Reels from Instagram came back on to WhatsApp statuses, mocking the viral video. More effects were built on, the greenery in the background was enlightened. The latest songs from respective languages were added.

Finally, #runningcouple was seen trending. The search engines of almost all the Apps are accustomed to this Hashtag.

In a short time, yet unknown people, running towards each other from the video were famous. A hot-topic.

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“At the Mother Tressa Park, sharp Five O clock,” reads the message on Katie’s screen, popping up from an unknown number.

Initially puzzled, but later assuming it be a friend, made her plans sure for evening time.

After a hectic day at work, Katie unshackled herself from all the office deeds and tended toward the park.

For the past three years, less than half of her mind was inhabited to work, but her brother took lion's share. All the little legs that ran around her apartment, took her to their childhood—playing with her brother, Ajji.

‘The graph never stays consistently at the peaks; it has to taste the valleys—but peaks are awaiting’ was her motivation and desktop wallpaper.

With having no choice left, Ajji had to fly abroad. Though Katie’s WhatsApp was always flooded with Ajji’s messages, each of them always wanted to chat in person.

Mother Tressa Park is a school playground, but evenings were societies. Katie drew herself into a semicircle, to get through the rotating gate. She knew, not the anonymous text but the kids playing around and healthy atmosphere brought her here.

Katie was all pumped, she could feel her blood from top to bottom when she saw a person appearing to be Ajji. Though her body reacted, her mind felt it stupid and normal—like its millionth time. But Ajji never waved in her hallucination, this time it is happening.

“It’s Ajji, you mad-y run,” a gunshot to begin the race.

Before Ajji could rise from the chair and advance a few steps forward. Katie held her hands around Ajji. All her plans to teach his brother a lesson and thrash him with a cane, for not meeting all years long, went in vain. She involuntarily could only hold him for real and cry out with lips curled. The sweet tears of Love veered at her top lip and dropped down to settle as a transparent dew pearl on grass.

All this was shot on mobile by a teen, sitting under a tree—waiting in the batting order.

 

Unfortunately,

Sister’s Love, Mother’s Love, Friend’s Love are expressed under the word, 'LOVE'. But that word has already had a single preset meaning of its own.