#71 …when kuch kuch hota hai.

I remember when we were still in school, and just graduated from reading adventurous stories to romantic ones, the whole new idea of love was so mysterious to us. Every love story had unique peculiarities, and no standard definition for us to read and understand. One day on reaching home after school, I asked my elder sister what love was all about. She gave me some vague answers. “Atleast tell me how do you know you love Jiju,” I asked. She smiled and said, “Dil mein kuch kuch hota hai, you’ll not understand!”