Love. And. Metamorphosis.

shweta upadhyay
3 min readJun 29, 2019

Defining love can be as simple as learning metamorphosis.


Mumma. What is love to you?

Now, please be honest with me and let me know if you had a special friend in high school?

Were you good at hiding stuff from your parents?

Oh!! God!! My teenage daughter had endless questions, and I was determined to be a truth abiding mother.

Since she celebrated her 14th birthday and grew taller, she began to reframe her problems in a specifically annoying tone. Beyond academics, there were challenges and issues to be addressed.

I was multitasking, spying, communicating and learning the skills to deal with all the teenage tantrums. Yeah. I failed a couple of times, but the facilitator inside me was always in active mode.

Researching and Innovating. I understood those questions she asked were not redundant and, the answers were reasonably affirmative in nature, but I chose to be silent.


Because the first question was relatively trickier than others. “My soon to be an adult daughter was looking forward to me and all I did was to fabricated a theory-Love is similar to Metamorphosis. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I composed an email writing-Life has been a magnificent journey ever since I (purposely) coalesced the ideology of love with the evolutionary development of the living creatures. Every stage of evolution resonated with various phases of human life and relationships. After I learned, the heart is a hive for emotions, and human relationships are conceived here, I got more selective about my emotional attachment. After all, It is a blood-pumping organ. Uttering lub -dub, supplying oxygenated blood to different parts of the body-it had to be hale and hearty.

As a larva teen, I was cocooned in a world of dreams and desires, feeding voraciously on ideologies of love and relationship. Yeah, I was reading Mills and Boon. But I had to make some smart career choices; hence, I chose books. The wheel of time rotated and cocooned me in the protective yet conventional layers of the standard setup.

I began to swing between what I desired and what I had. Desires had feathers white and bright, frivolous yet devoid of strength.

I needed wings; Pupating was the only option. I freed myself from the protective zones and learned the skills of survival.

Darwin’s theory knocked me out, and I began to learn, to hide? Camouflaging the dark shades of disappointment, I entered into adulthood. Oh! Love was a relative term for the physical world, but for me, it was the world. Learning and unlearning the soul binding elements of love relationship turmoil, I began to live for the present moment.

(Then I met a man, I call him my husband.)

I created a world where desires had wings to fly. Unrequited and incomplete tales created more space to grow and accept the traits of a love life.

The adult version of me is a learner in the landscape of life. Learning and unlearning, unloving to love with ample fondness.

“She is still looking for the right answers”. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<




shweta upadhyay

Overthinker, Writer, Bohemian, Musiclover. Exploring unknown landscapes of life.