Well, yeah, love it is.

Khyati Jain
2 min readFeb 6, 2022

It’s valentine’s month, and all everyone seems to be talking about is love (or the lack of it)

This is only the fifth week, and writing an article a week has already turned out to be much harder than I expected. I have a bunch of ideas in my mind, and I feel I could write something cool, but when I try to put them on paper, I barely manage to write more than three lines. I have no idea how writers produce long, quality posts consistently.

I took to social media to look for some inspiration — only to find my entire feed filled with valentine’s posts, directed at both couples or single folks. The month has just started, what’s this weird pressure, guys?

Amidst valentine shitposts and ads, I came across a post by a school friend: announcing her new venture! We’d spoken only a few months ago, and she was preparing for MBA. I called her up to congratulate her, and know more about her change of plans.

She has always been someone who wanted a stable 9–5 job and have the safety of a steady income. She’d been preparing for her MBA for a while. Having come from a conservative family, it had taken considerable convincing on her part to be allowed to choose a career she wants, and not be a doctor or an engineer. None of that fit in with this new information.

She told me about someone she met recently, someone she fell in love with. Elsa had come home with her sister one day, and she was instantly comforted around her. She told me, nothing gives her joy more than spending time with Elsa. She’s made many changes in her life to accommodate for this change — she quit her really hectic full-time job and started freelancing, she spent time learning about Elsa’s needs, and everything she could do to take care of her. Deciding to start her own business that allowed her control over her time, instead of doing an MBA and getting a stable job she had hoped for, was one of these changes.

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As someone who has prided herself in taking the “logical” decisions and being practical, I was left speechless.

To her, it was obvious, a dog has a lifespan of about 15 years, and she just wants to do the best she can for Elsa. Given time is limited, how can she choose anything else over love? Elsa needs to be taken care of, how could she just give up Elsa for adoption and go away for her MBA?

There are some conversations that stay with you, I guess this was one of them.

What would you give up for love?