How fragile we think our heart is, yet how it can continue to harbour abundance of love for someone, for years. How every time, despite the heart being shattered by someone, it collects the broken pieces and fixes them, together, only to love the one who broke it, again and again. How strong our heart is, for it can withstand storms and thunders. How weak our heart is, for it can ceaselessly cry even at the slightest indifference shown by the ones we love, at a certain point of time. How paradoxical to hold an instrument of divine beauty and love within ourselves, yet to search for it in others as long as we live, while desiring to live no longer, when others don't present it to us on a platter, while we have already spent a million moments holding a love so precious, deep inside our veins, ever since we stepped on the Earth.