You know, when I read those words, I knew I am living those words. Today, it is the strife of temporal abode to contain the permanent fluid called 'love'. It is my life here and now in 2013 in the chilly winters of Delhi ushered in the month of November. What I am reading is that profound love story so many centuries ago. Still, the freshness of what that experience must have been like, makes me ecstatic. This earthenware I wear does come with an expiry date. What is inside me is timeless and hence always stays. The inside of that inside is even more expanding as it has His love that grows as a yearning and breaks its own pain limit with newly set euphoria born out of more pain. It is that beautiful surge of His union with me.
Knotted to be freed.
Freed to be knotted.
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