I got angry on you, but I love you

I am sure each one of us has heard, articulated or experienced the cult discourse, ‘I got angry with you, but I love you. Hum usse hi naraaz hote hain jisse pyaar karte hain. Anger is also an expression of love.’ Seriously, does that hold true? I have never been able to equate the two. The quote is viable only if I choose to mask the ugly memories of people getting mad at me with the good times that I had with them. Remember, this does not happen automatically, but I deliberately have to make an effort to ease my pain. I try to convince myself that if I share the happiness then I will be sharing the negativities.

Inconsequential of all the reasons, I feel elated when I sense people's admiration, their love and equally get hurt by their rudeness. These are two dissimilar feelings that influence me differently. My soul experiences both these diverse emotions. They are like crest and troughs of a wave and the aforementioned statement is as if I am taking an average of the two after a statistical analysis. It's like ‘I sometimes can get angry at you because I love you all the time.’ Emotions should not be subjected to these compensational analyses. 

Why at all give rationality to anger by supporting it on the scaffolding of love? Anger and rudeness are independent feelings with their own sources and reasons, how and why to equate them with love? Accept their existence, understand them than to gratify their existence with love and thus trap the very reason of their persistence. Either we should learn to honor our anger or just admit our infirmity to the emotion. When I admire someone it may or may not have a reason, but when I am mad it definitely has a reason. I do not get angry because I love that person but because I have a reason.

Seldom, immaterial how much you adore people they move away from your life because they could not tolerate your anger. So, you cannot take the advantage that you have a right to get angry but you love the person immensely. It’s definitely not about the person expressing love or anger but about the person enduring it. Do not corrupt the enduring person’s liberty by expressing your profound love.