You Are My Fire: Do We Really Need “the Spark” to Make Love Last?

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You Are My Fire: Do We Really Need “the Spark” to Make Love Last?

Illustration: Shruti Yatam

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e sit, our legs crossed, under a Shami tree. Back then dates were chaste because privacy, like priesthood, had to be earned. In between staring at thin air, we are talking like robots, the flatness is so unmistakable. It is a feeling both quietly agree on, but do not express. We have known each other for years, and every time we think there must be more to us, it turns out there isn’t. After we part, we don’t talk for months.

Like everyone else, I grew up watching films, reading books, and listening to stories that eulogised the firsts of love. “First meeting”, “first eye-contact”, “first kiss” and so on. Each of these was in the aftermath, regarded as quantifiers for a vague indefinable feeling called the “spark”.

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