But more than that, my eyes were drawn to her perfect loveliness. I looked at her, a stranger, and every breath strained to force its way from my chest. A clamp like a tightening fist seized my heart. A voice in my blood said yes, yes yes … The ancient Sanskrit legends speak of a destined love, a karmic connection between souls that are fated to meet and collide and enrapture one another. The legends say that the loved one is instantly recognized because she’s loved in every gesture, every expression of thought, every movement, every sound, and every that prays in her eyes. The legends say that we know her by her wings- the wings that only we can see- and because wanting her kills every other desire of love.
The same legends also carry warnings that such fated love may, sometimes, be the possession and the obsession of one, and only one, of the two souls twinned by destiny. But wisdom, in one sense, is the opposite of love. Love survives in us precisely because it isn’t wise.
Sigh.
After reading this book I never want to write again.
8 comments:
'sigh' exactly.
disco papaya, i have lost my mind, screw summer, i want to go back to school. or better yet, someonepleaseshootme.
ho hum.
ill shoot you, but only if you shoot me first.
we shoot each other simultaneously?
okie. but but, will the world notice we're gone?
i'll notice.
heyy maybe i should shoot you both. :P
which book?
And you should shoot each other,
more poetic that way.
tasha- i think mahnoor answered your question:)
mahnoor- hahahah i swear we should have thought about that first. didnt know you had this cold blooded murder side to you as well :p
sajjad- shantaram. i bought it to see what the hype was about.. turns out its pretty good
shantoo
shantooo indeed :)
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