Tagore depicts love in a sense where two hearts, two bodies and two souls meet and become one, cross all the grating senses of reality.... ego dies down and the submission into the beautiful soothes away all the pain in life. The attraction towards the beautiful comes at a very early stage of life.... where there is no responsibility, just a liking ....which grows deeper with the first touch. This doesn't have any reality attached but a very uncertain future... and mostly the fear of the family. As days pass and the enjoyable school days turn into college times, the liking takes a deeper turn, perhaps turn into real love which is eternal. Few people are lucky to experience this transformation though, as most of the liking and attraction starts of as so called "infatuation" - a nice way to put it, an illusion.......if that be so then why it is attraction at the first place? It is unfortunate that this explanation never changes much, even though you have passed your school days into college life and into the University. Funny isn't it? The another way in which so called society interprets is pretty confusing too...people say love can only be realised when you find the right person.... "right person" so they say....they don't define "right person" do they? Who is this "right person", I sometimes wonder. A woman who understands me, loves me or someone who would be a "perfect match" according to my surroundings, my family and relatives? Sometimes I feel my identity is all predefned by my surroundings....I lack in self identity. 
