Three Worlds of Love

 This morning, I hopped on a bus from Chennai to Trichy, expecting just another long ride. But what I didn’t expect was a front-row ticket to three drastically different worlds of love. It was like watching three parallel universes unfold each with its own vibe, its own rhythm, and its own definition of what love looks like.

World 1: The Warmth of Love

Right in front of me sat a couple who redefined the word goals. The guy was all about her caring, attentive, and effortlessly thoughtful. When the AC cranked up, turning the bus into a mini Antarctica, he didn’t just offer his jacket; he straight-up put it on her. No second thoughts, no hesitation. Just pure, unfiltered warmth literally and emotionally.

And it didn’t stop there. He bought food, fed her, and instead of doom-scrolling through their phones, they were reading news articles and books, engaging in deep conversations. While everyone else was glued to their screens, they were lost in each other’s words. Love that nurtures the mind? Now, that is next-level.

World 2: The Chaos of a Breakup

Just when I thought this bus ride was straight out of a romance novel, reality hit hard. A woman a few seats away broke the silence with a full-on rage mode over the phone. She was crying, yelling, and making it crystal clear that her engagement was officially over.

Her words echoed through the bus she wasn’t just leaving the guy; she was filing a case against him. The emotional wreckage in her voice? Unmistakable. One moment, I was witnessing love wrapped in warmth, and the next, I was thrown into a battlefield of heartbreak and legal threats. Talk about contrast.

World 3: The Frustration of Love

And then, there was another guy. His phone would not stop ringing. His wife, on the other end, kept calling for updates, and he was not having it. With every call, his irritation grew, and eventually, he snapped telling her not to call again.

It wasn’t a breakup, but it wasn’t love in its brightest form either. It was something in between frustration, exhaustion, maybe even love lost in routine. His iPhone's loud ringtone jolted me out of my sleep cycle, making me realize just how draining relationships can get when they turn into check-ins rather than conversations.

The Realization

Three couples. Three different love stories. One bus.

From selfless care to bitter endings to love caught in frustration this journey made me realize that love is never just one thing. It can be soft and warm, it can be fiery and painful, and sometimes, it can be exhausting and messy.

And as the bus rolled on towards Trichy, I couldn't help but wonder if love itself is a journey, which world do we all eventually end up in?

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