Chandigarh, Nov 22: There are losses that can be counted—money, houses, opportunities, years. And then there is the loss of a person we love, which cannot be measured by any human instrument. It arrives silently and then explodes within us, dismantling the world as we knew it. When love disappears—by separation, distance, betrayal, or simply by fate—it feels as though the foundations beneath us dissolve. The world, once familiar, suddenly becomes unrecognizable. The landscape shifts. The light fades. Every breath shortens.
People often describe heartbreak casually, almost lightly, as if it were an inconvenience of youth. But to the one living through it, it is an apocalypse of realms. A collapse of inner continents. There is no catastrophe more intimate than the feeling of losing love. Suddenly, waking up becomes heavier. Nights stretch endlessly. Silence gains weight. Objects lose their meaning. Even the sound of one’s own voice feels foreign.
The mind begins to rewrite reality. Everything that once made sense becomes incoherent. The world we built in our heads—filled with shared futures, conversations, dreams—burns down in an instant. It is astonishing, even frightening, how an emotion can wield such power: how love can nourish us into life, and grief can reduce us to dust.
And we wonder: how does an emotion become so strong that everything else feels futile?
Human beings like to imagine themselves rational, independent, self-contained. Yet the loss of love reveals something more ancient within us—a vulnerability that no language fully captures. Love threads itself through identity; it burrows into memory; it infiltrates the soul. When that thread snaps, everything else unravels.
It feels like the end of existence not because life actually ends, but because the version of ourselves that existed in love dies. We mourn the person we were with them. We mourn who we hoped to become beside them. We mourn the life we imagined—now forever unreachable.
For a while, it feels like God has abandoned us.
We ask impossible questions:
If God made the human spirit free, why does love enslave us?
Why does the heart surrender so willingly?
Why does attachment feel like destiny—until it feels like punishment?
Perhaps the truth is more complicated.
