The principles of love are not
defined by doctrines of wisdom. It is an untamed force that knows no prodigy.
It is but a simple flowing river, fed by rivulets of hope, which empties itself
into the ocean of desire. Its path may be strewn with numerous obstacles, but
it still goes on. And when it cannot meet the ocean, it floods the plains of
wisdom and kills itself. Ocean unfed by the river, starves to death. It then
vanishes into thin air and does not return again. Then on some fine day, maybe
in a faraway land, clouds gather at the abuttal of heart and mind. And it rains
again into the parched earth of desire.
Anita,
Stop writing these letters to me. You
are just hurting yourself. I know you love me very much. But I love someone
else more. She is not perfect, but perfect enough to reach my heart.
You sent me a leaf, probably from
that tree where we once sat and spend hours talking. You were always a very
good friend of mine and I hid nothing from you. I will always love you as a
friend. Because that’s what you are. Where is my long lost cherished friend?
Some nights, you walk down to my
home and put the letters in my letter box. You take great care in writing
those. I know you try to instill love in my heart. But you don’t have to. It is
already filled with the sweet love of friendship that I have always cherished. I
will keep this letter in the box for you to read. I hope you will understand.
Yours
only true friend.
She wept under the tree which once
shaded her from the harshness of life. But now the tree seemed like a grotesque
monster ready to devour her with dark boughs. It seemed peaceful now. It will
be just like the old times. A river was flowing through her heart and it has flooded
the plains of her wisdom.
The principles of love are not
defined by doctrines of wisdom.
