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Love and Sacrifice - The Blind Love

On the eve of 'Valentine's Day', I have nothing to prove on love. However I would like to make an effort to map love & sacrifice with the best novel ever written in this world.
"But love is blind, and lovers cannot see,
The pretty follies that themselves commit."
-Shakespeare

Everything will fall in this world, if you take away 'Sacrifices'. Love & Sacrifice are the pillars of human's existence. Since century's even novels, poetry or religious talk has only one talk. Be blind, surrender self, scarify if needed but love gives you alive impression of eternal pleasure. Reading love stories trend always make me to read death of hero and heroine of play. However movie trend make me seeing happy end where hero and heroine finally meet in any artificial situations. For our mind, it is difficult to set love stories. The best way to see love is to see it in fractions. It has been very difficult for me to talk about love in open against everyone. Probably 70 - 80 % expect me to talk about sex in second sentence. Love is far ahead from physical relation. Even love story is not derived in imaginary conditions. Any existence has its own solid base.

This article is tribute to great love stories writer 'Charlotte Bronte'.

Feeling . . . clamored wildly. "Oh, comply!" it said. " . . . Soothe him; save him; love him; tell him you love him and will be his. Who in the world cares for you? Or who will be injured by what you do?" (Jane Eyre)

With Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte proved that main character of story is not needed to be beautiful, high-class society or glamorous. "I will prove that you are wrong. I will show you a heroine as plain and as small as myself."

Every one of us thinks of being either prince or princess to get love in the end. We dream movie. We hide ourselves by presenting self as great hero or heroine. Love doesn't understand status, power or prettiness. It is where you find it.

Jane Eyre a central character of her story is short, simple with no extra beauty. Jane is not daydreamer accepting the facts of life. Are we so? We, most of the time, go after physical attraction at first instance. We keep our legs back because we find ourselves nerves due to our own weaknesses. That's where we lose our self-respect. If not money, personality or non-charming face destructs mood. Till we keep baloney thoughts in our mind, we never realize the real love.

Yeah! Where Jane is not daydreaming, she is not also romantic. But she understands love & sacrifice. Her lover Rochester is aristocratic and proud. He is changeable and irritable by temperament. Yet she loves him. Rochester is neither adventurous nor prince.

In the story, she refuses Rochester's marriage proposal with her fear of losing her autonomy. She believes that "marrying" Rochester while he remains legally tied to Bertha would mean rendering herself a mistress and sacrificing her own integrity for the sake of emotional gratification.

On the other entwine, her life at Moor House examine her in the contrary manner. She enjoys economic independence and engages in meaningful and useful work, teaching the poor; yet she lacks emotional provisions. Although St. John proposes marriage, offering her a partnership built around a common purpose, Jane knows their marriage would remain loveless.

After proving her self-sufficiency to herself can she marry Rochester and not be asymmetrically dependent upon him as her "master." The marriage can be one between equals. At the end she accepts the blind 'Rochester'.

She says: "I am my husband's life as fully as he is mine. To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as gay as in company. We are precisely suited in character-perfect concord is the result".

In the whole story, Jane is single-minded. She appreciates independent views. If not fairy, woman is not doll at all. Nobody can oblige her to accept certain things. But when she determines to love she sacrifices herself marrying blind Rochester.

The life of Charlotte is nothing lesser than love story. Nicholls, her assistant wanted to marry her. But her father refused it. However after one year, with permission of father, she married him in a simple manner. Her life was short but full of love and happiness. She died due to T.B. in 1855.

If we think quietly, we will find love at horizon. The sky meets the land. But still we find unsatisfied seeing once. We understand love but we pay by sacrifices. Ultimately we reach to critical decision point to be in sky or to touch the land.

Walking on seaside, steering to sky or sea, counting moments of life, I wonder & recall Bourdillon's words ...

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done!
By Jay C
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