It’s like love played Benjamin Button. They are strangers and exchange glances when they meet in public. They part ways. They fight. They make up. They disagree. Their love is intense. They are fond of each other. They are smitten. They were strangers and exchanged glances when they met in public. * * * […]
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Tears trickled with her sweat, as Reva struggled to hold the Yoga posture. It’s meditative, it’s introspective, it isn’t fair. Even her workout wasn’t an escape. What should she do? Abort or keep? It was the last symbol of her soldier’s love… …this is where war begins, she thought. At the root of intense love. […]
She was good, he bad. He felt good, she bad. At times, they lay in-between. She was happy, she was sad. He was loving, he was nasty. They tried middle ground. They knew not what they were missing – beyond the linearity of neutral and extremes, was a place with nothingness, a space of bliss. […]
Even self-made ones. Such a rebel, she is.