With time, I have become more and more real about the unreal things, and felt detached from the idealistic, perfect world. A non-belief in that ‘love is immortal’ thing has also strengthened. This, simply because I have personally (if I may use this language) tested this hypothesis wrong. But at the same time, there is a certain fondness that remains for some people. I’d say it is timeless because irrespective of how many years pass since you last met them and how much ever time passes since you even spoke with them last, that smile that that person’s being brings to your face has the potential of saying it all. It gives such a good feeling from inside that you are at a loss of words to express the sentiment. It need not be love. It need not be romantic. It is plain. And it is precious.