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In today’s generation of the stories and tales of love which begin with a text on WhatsApp and proposal on the same, I had an offbeat idea about the conceptions of the idea of love. I would still prefer to bend down on my knees with the girl in front of me and then a proposal. The concept of loving and unloving has been glorified to the extent that the tales of true love and the ideas revolving around them are considered madness. No, madness is a small word. When you love the other person and when every single moment you spend with them tickles your bones, to the extent that when you lose them, you become Insane. My story is the same, young at 23, the day it was my birthday, she was dressed in Red as I requested her but I couldn’t hug her for the last time. The last moments we spent were in the hospital, just hugging her red dress, full of her blood. Insanity and Love are the two sides of the same coin, we loved each other to an extent that when she finally departed, Insanity was the option left for me. She is immortal in my heart and my mind, in the generation of I Love You’s flowing on WhatsApp inboxes, I earned her love and we earned each other with every moment that passed and till her last day, she magically held me in the most fundamental yet the most contagious feeling called love.