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DOES LOVE HAVE ANY LOCKING BOLT? [#Missiondesi]
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DOES LOVE HAVE ANY LOCKING BOLT?
IT WILL BE REVEALED IN THE TINY DROP OF TEAR THAT FORMS
WHEN THE LOVED ONE IS IN DISTRESS.
-( FROM THE BOOK THIRUKURAL BY THIRUVALLUVAR (A GREAT TAMIL POET))
These lines means---
How much you can love? Whom all you can love?
Love has no lid to block it. It does not flow towards just a single person also.
It is like the overflowing floods of the Ganges covering the entire landscape thus sanctifying everything in it.
It is like the love of God which knows no distinction.
It is always there in the heart ready to explode any moment.
It made King Bali offer his own flesh in exchange to save a pigeon from a vulture's mouth.
It made King Paari offer his golden chariot to a jasmine creeper which had no supporting tree to entwine around.
It made Siddhartha (Buddha) to care for a swan hurt by an arrow.
It made Jesus get staked to a cross.
Why?
Because they could not bear the suffering of any living thing, be it a plant, or a bird, or human.
A hurt in anyone's body or mind immediately brought moisture in their eyes; and love overflowed breaking their restraint, that they offered anything they had to alleviate the pain of the other living being.
LOVE is in every one . LOVE keeps this world to move.
This story revolves in the life of two persons STEVE AND SASHA. They both differ in every tastes of life. but when LOVE blooms between them, they find the meaning of their life in each other.
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