From The Forty Rules of Love by Elif Shafak

Kashibai or Mastani: The Different Shades of Love

After a long time I’ve found a movie so gripping.

It’s 2am. But I’m wide awake and want to write about Kashibai, Bajirao, Mastani.

I’m a romantic at heart.

This movie tugged at my heart strings. And how!

What is love?

Is it the madness of the electric chemistry between two people?

Is it the outpouring of love in the form of unshed tears when they set their eyes on each other?

Is it the way their faces light up when they whisper each other’s name?

Is it the intense, overwhelming longing they feel when they can’t be with each other?

Or

is it the longing and heart break from unrequited love?

Is it the selflessness of putting somebody’s happiness before your own, even though he doesn’t love you the way you love him?

Is it battling with your own vulnerability and realizing that you want his well being, no matter what?

All these thoughts race through my head as I think about Kashibai, Bajirao, Mastani.

The thing is- love cannot be intellectualized. It just is.

There is no right or wrong.

I strip away the judgmental layers and just stay with the feeling.

I put my mind aside and ask my heart for the answer.

What do I really feel about this film? Why is it gnawing at my heart strings?

Pain…

Maybe love is pain.

But does it have to end that way?

For we always have a choice.

To Rise in Love
Or
To Fall in Love