‘Love’. A plain word, isn’t it? But can we see the thousands of layers covering this profound ocean of the word namely love? Can we know it’s verifiable elucidation by calling two bodies lying next to each other love? No. Is there any warmth left in this filthy conspicuous world of lies? Yes. Love is the spark of hope in an orphan child. Love is what makes the helpless refugee survive the harsh rays of sun just for the sake of his family. Love is what makes a mother sell herself just to fill up the stomach of her children. Love is what makes the individual strive for shelter just to keep his parents safe in their critical age. Love is what made Romeo and Juliet die for each other. Love is what makes me lose my breath after getting the slightest glance of you.