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(Today , I watched “The Reader” , I cried ; not for the movie because nothing made us cry except something which lies inside us, I don’t exactly have words which could define what I am feeling now but I can say I am deeply touched . And pardon me for I am going to write my views , which are very personal , on a very delicate topic, and if you are not agree with this, I would respect your disagreement too.)

I don’t know about every person but there are few people … people who have a secret space in their hearts . A space where no one entered before and no one is known to it. This secret chamber is never closed for the person himself and he can always feel its air.

We ask what is love? For me, Love is the eyes which have seen this chamber of the beloved, the heart which knows its darkness , the breathe which is blended in its air … And the Lover is – one who is standing at its door , one who knows the person as well as his secret chamber.

And I believe , only those people can feel love who possess this secret chamber within them.

Do you understand this? If you do , then you will know , Love can not be defined , Love can not be bounded , Love has no name , Love is like air you can only feel it… and if you try to make out its structure , you will waste your life.

- Love,

Comments

Mr Happy said…
wow truly inspiring.Ur definition of love and lover is breathtaking...too gud

Lov comes with feel gud feeling and if u try to see it physically, it vansihes.....
What i feel is that everyone has that Inner Space but very less even know about it.It is very true that only Love Understands the Love.Great Post.Your Views cannot be argued.
@ngel ~ said…
Thank you both of you. Whatever I wrote came spontaneously from my heart ...
I think I can write a whole book on such subjects :D
Deepak Tiruwa said…
Well..! I have something to say. For me love is freedom that you give and receive to live life your own way...
nice post
Mohit Parikh said…
i think those who donot hav a secret chamber can love impersonally.

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