The night is black, and the forest has no end; many people tread it in a million ways. We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but where or with whom of that we are unaware.
But we have this faith that a lifetime’s bliss will appear any minute, with a smile upon its lips.
Scents, touches, sounds, and snatches of songs brush us, pass us, and give us delightful shocks.
Then peradventure, there’s a flash of lightning: whomever I see that instant, I fall in love with.
I call that person and cry: `This life is blest! for your sake, such miles have I traversed!’ All those others who came close and moved off in the darkness – I don’t know if they existed 💥
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