It was the autumn of 1664, when the Black Plague shackled the world…and the world got its first taste of quarantine…
A young man, obsessed with mathematics, motion and light…
Goes back home to his illiterate mother’s orchard…
Where he watched an apple fall…
Religions have called it grace….Science, with the young Newton at it’s helm, defined it as gravity.
That said, gravitation alone cannot be held responsible for people falling in love…
Love is blind…love is a blind
Love is in the air…little wonder we can’t seem to find it on earth…
Love has no language…probably the reason why we don’t speak it well…
Our memoryis short…hence we celebrate love just one day in a year…Valiantly...
And forget about it, the other 364 days…
In our Republic of Not Enough, we rant about giving more of love…than we receive…
Love is priceless…though the price of love could be loss…
Love is not a four letter word; if yes, treat it like hope, care, give, kind…
In our selfie obsessed world, love is the act of unselfing…
The word love is most often used as a noun…
We would all love better, if the word love is used as verb, rather than a noun…
So, when you think of love, don’t see red…
Alongside music, love may be our best way of saying yes to life, and to our lovely life together…
Happy 365 Days Of Love. And, by the way, Happy Valentine’s Day as well!