My First Kiss

I have Delirious to thank for the long brainstorming session I had prior to writing this post.  Our LBC members take turns in suggesting topics and this one has had me a little perturbed.  I mean, talk about spilling the beans on a personal matter!  I could see myelf running into dangerous waters here.  If not iceberg filled, at least shark filled.

Kissing is something I've been doing every day of my life for years.  I have gorgeous, lovable children and I can't stop hugging them and kissing them.  I have an adolescent son who doesn't really like getting kissed by his mother, well, not much anyway, which is perfectly understandable. There's a woman who comes to our  house to cook for some of our family members and she brings her tiny son along with her.  That kid adores me and is always jumping into my lap for hugs and kisses.  Which is quite a pleasant experience really.  Except my younger kids get jealous and sometimes try to push him away.

I always greet my own friends with hugs and kisses, especially when meeting after a long time.  When I'm with my husband  and he introduces me to one of his friends, I always do the the Indian joined hands 'namaste' gesture and never offer my hand.  I suppose I reinvent myself depending on the circumstances.And even though I'm okay with hugging and kissing, otherwise, I'm very cagey about people coming into my personal space.  Once the hugging and kissing is over, I like to maintain my distance.  Which seems contradictory, in a way.

There's different kinds of love and different kind of relationships.  In the Greek language, agape means divine love, the ectatic feeling you get when you get a sense of loving God and being loved by him.  There's filio, which is the love of parents, children, familial affection.  Then there's eros, which goes into the area of sexual love.  There are a profusion of words in Indian languages to decribe love too in its different shades.  The word for love of a mother and child is mamta.  The word used to describe what the Greeks would have called eros is ishq.  The word for affection is pyaar.

Talking about first kisses (which we are), I don't really remember mine.  It probably occured on the day I was born and was probably given by my mother.  However, I know that most people think of eros or ishq when describing first kisses.

Well I won't bore my readers senseless with descriptions of slobbery, adolescent fumblings.  I didn't really indulge in those pastimes in my teens, although I was extremely curious about all that stuff, needless to say. I didn't get any ishq, nor anything next nor near it, until I was well into my twenties.  That type of kissing is something that get better with practise and although I got off to a rather late start, I'd say I'm up to speed now where all that's concerned.  I certainly haven't had any complaints from the significant other, should anyone be interested to know.  Which I'm sure they're not.

And that's about it, really.

This is my weekly post for the LOOSE BLOGGERS CONSORTIUM.  We are an international group of bloggers, from Ireland, the UK, the USA, China and India and we post on a single topic every week unless one of us has some sort of issue which prevents us from posting.  We are, in alphabetical order, Delirious,  Grannymar,   Maxi, MariaSF,  Padmum,  Paul,Ramana,  Rohit, Shackman, The Old Fossil and Will. This topic was suggested by THE OLD FOSSIL.   If you like this post, go and visit my friends too and check out their take on this fascinating topic!