There are few moments in life you always despise, the moments when you can’t interpret your own thoughts, you can’t identify with yourself. This article is written in one of such weak moments, since these moments are characterized by the fuzziness of thoughts which offer no such underlying relations, thus the article lacks a unifying theme in itself and is more of a realization of various unrelated emotions. This is second part of the article which has been trisected #LOVE L ove always poses a pertinent question “Whether what I feel is love?” But then the question is ambiguous as we can never clearly state what love is; it’s just a word in its own, the emotions you associate with it truly defines what the word signifies for you and even then this definition is subject to modification for a person as well, ‘What we felt was a divine bond few years ago may seem like an infatuation later’. I can never be an authority to tell what love really is; maybe I still d...