So often, what we call love comes with conditions. Expectations. Transactions. If you are this, if you give that, if you remain useful, visible, successful—then love survives. When those conditions fade, love quietly withdraws.
Unconditional love, in its purest form, is rare. Perhaps that is why it feels sacred when we encounter it. We most often glimpse it in parents, and especially in a mother’s quiet, enduring presence-loving without negotiation, without applause, without expiry.
Yet life today tells a different story. We see marriages built on promises but shaken by pressure, broken relationships scarred by unmet expectations, and affections redirected by money, fame, status, or property. Love becomes selective. Convenient. Profitable. And then, inevitably, life reminds us of its final truth—that everything we gather, everything we compete for, everything we cling to, ends as a handful of ashes beneath six feet of soil.
Once, someone asked me, “Do you celebrate Valentine’s Day, Madam?” I smiled and said, “My parents taught me that if love needs one day, it is already incomplete. When you value your spouse, your children, your parents, your elders-for who they are-and when you show care every day, then every day becomes Valentine’s Day.”
Love, then, is not romance confined to a calendar. Love is how you care for a patient when no one is watching. Love is how you guide a subordinate with patience rather than power. Love is how you accept people as they are, not as you wish them to be.
Love is staying compassionate even when someone makes a mistake, or when they speak a truth that challenges you-because growth often begins with discomfort.
True love is not conditional on profit, position, or convenience. It does not disappear when people are no longer useful. It dares to remain humane in a world that rewards calculation. It sacrifices ego, chooses understanding over judgment, and leaves behind not wealth alone, but warmth.
Perhaps the purpose of life is not to define love, but to live it-so deeply and sincerely that it earns a vital place in the hearts of people and quietly touches eternity. To live in such a way that even when we are gone, our care, our kindness, and our integrity continue to breathe through memories.True love is not conditional on profit, position, or convenience. It does not disappear when people are no longer useful. It dares to remain humane in a world that rewards calculation. It sacrifices ego, chooses understanding over judgment, and leaves behind not wealth alone, but warmth.
Let us embrace that love.
Let us live it 24×7, 365 days a year. And in doing so, leave behind a life that was truly beautiful.
