There has always been a throbbing question from many - What is love? And I had been answering it lot of times. One thing I realised over a period of time was that everyone had their own understanding of love. Though they agreed, at times after a debate, but always left me with another question - Is my version of love correct? All those who told me their version of love was not wrong, rather limited. I thought it was something else but undoubtedly the base emotion was of love.It was the contemplation of this thought that brought the idea of different versions of love, or, if love had more names.Note: Some of these stories were written for a different assignment. But since those fitted here, they are here.