Is red the colour of love ?

Sometimes little things in life make us smile… It need not necessarily be a big-budgeted party or a big achievement.

Life moves on in its own way. We don’t know about our destination. We go on exploring and widening horizons. We get thrilled thinking about the long walks, late- night calls… blank pauses and apologetic notes like “No dear the button got pressed again unknowingly. Yours was the last call I made”.

Often little one-liners come— “I just felt like disturbing you”. Don’t know we continue with the same pretensions. Do we dare to accept that “we miss each other” when away? It is ambiguous…another question with no answers.

What else. Another new way of showing affection—a red rose or a bouquet of mixed colours…. or something new.

There is a small “token” for you…. something that can rejuvenate you. I wonder what this “red” symbolize…..a blood red purse and a red hot perfume. Is it an embodiment of love or is it another side of “sacrifice”?

It makes me think but confusion prevails. Another sleepless night, another area to contemplate and some more mysteries to unravel…. But what does red means. I ponder, “Is red the colour of love?”