Why is it like that whenever we are to think about love, we imagine a figure of the opposite sex?

And more specifically a figure of ideal age, caste, looks, etc..

Does love come with a predefined connotation of the society? Isn't it a feeling undefined equivalent to infinity?





Marrying a person whom you should love according to the society is "love", but marrying a person, who might be of the same sex, and whom you really love is "crime". What an equation! Why do we need to restrict ourselves in our quest for true love? Who is stopping us from fulfilling our desires and fantasies?





Well, it is quite fascinating to observe the pretty ironic state of the so-called democratic nation. What it preaches is not exactly the same as what it does. Isn't the extension of the " freedom of choice " (as granted by The Indian Constitution ) to the " freedom of choice of sexuality " a fair expectation?



