LOVE, THE PRIMAL RHYTHM OF LIFE. When she got a call from the hospital, that her grandpa was dying, she rushed to be at his side, to hold his hand, to make it easy for him, to cross over to the ‘other side’! Later while clearing his things from the room, she chanced upon a paper tucked under his pillow. A faded red color paper in the shape of a heart, with lines written across. She could instantly recognize that it was a valentine letter from her grandmother, written decades back as a young bride. Through tear filled eyes she read the lines…” you made me laugh when my heart was crying, you took me dancing when I couldn’t take a step…you held my hand and my whole being loved you forever…I belonged to you and I have experienced all…!” Reading those lines from that poignant and sacred valentine letter again, she understood why her grandfather’s face was always smiling and serene...he was loved, truly loved!! Scientific studies revealed that ‘Love is, beyond cavil or question, the most important experience in the life of a human being.’ But the quality of love is very important. The fleeting, counterfeit and selfish love’ binds and blinds’!! True Love allows plenty of room for respect, privacy and independence, it allows one to breathe and grow. It is the primal rhythm of the universe. To make that rhythm run in one’s life , one should work on the principle of a farmer who primes the water pump by pouring a bucket of water in, to start the water flowing in gushes. Though the method is redundant now, the principle is active- one should pour in, to get back in abundance, in good measure, running over…! Man’s nature always demands the indispensable condition of ‘live and love’, for which there is no substitute, except to ‘live and love’. It is an ingredient that will never harm, endanger or inhibit life. It can only benefit’ the giver and the taker’. But one should take care that it doesn’t have a perverted, grotesque form, or else it is definitely not Love, but a baser instinct of a baser origin. (contd) Fire already exists in the log, but someone should awaken it- it is the same with love. We are all born with love in our heart, but we need someone to ‘awaken it’. Once awakened, love makes us the nurturers of love, keepers of love, in countless large and small ways of life. It is not easy to Love and sustain it. Lovers truly in love will have to live in rough times, must brave minefields of evil, jealousy, deception, must brush through sickness and disease, walk through the wastelands of pain and poverty and burning deserts of disappointment… but with voice of sincere love and calm speaking and guiding in hearts, with the power of promise to remain as one forever…they succeed. There is wonderful saying- “The love we give, is the only love we keep!!” The more you give, the more you keep…Isn’t Love truly wonderful?? OF LOVERS AND LOVE “ Love is a fire that kindling its first embers in the narrow nook of a private bosom, caught from a wandering spark out of another private heart, glows and enlarges, until it warms and beams upon multitudes of men and women, upon the universal heart of all and lights up the whole world with its generous flame “. All mankind love a lover they say and that “ All other pleasures are not worth its pains “. Love is a state, when every dawn brings music anew, noon and after noon throb with a pleasing fever rebuilding each day with warmth and radiance. Every spoken word sounds like a beautiful verse, every bird chirping sounds articulate, the whole nature fills with passion and sentiment. The lover sees nothing but diamond mornings, coral evenings and sapphire nights. Love satisfies, astonishes, soothes, lulls, fires, dilates and expands our senses. It enlarges its circles of power, like the pebble thrown into the pond. Love rules, making a man’s happiness dependent on his lover. Love prays, making covenants with god on behalf of his lover. It is a fact often observed that men have written great verses under the inspiration of this great passion called “ Love “. Jean De Santeul of the 17<SUP>th</SUP> century wrote beautiful verses in Latin. He has not written them on a paper with a pen, but etched them on the tree trunks of his orchard in his native village in France. He etched his famous poetry with the golden hairpin of his lover. One of his friends collected all those beautiful verses and sent them to Paris after which they were published and were highly acclaimed. They are preserved in three volumes in New York public library. Love shines like a galaxy of immutable lights in hearts and it searches for something more beautiful than itself and in that quest, blends with the divine. The human heart is not shaped perfect and regular in contour like a valentine heart, but is slightly irregular in shape, as if a small piece of it is missing out of its side. Many say, that when god created each human heart he kept a small sample of it in Heaven and sent the rest of it into the creation. By living life happily, and giving happiness to others we will go back to recover the sample and become ‘Whole-hearted’! No horse gets anywhere until he is harnessed, no steam or gas ever drives anything until it is confined, no river is ever turned into light and power until it is tunneled, no love ever grows until it is focused, nurtured, disciplined, dedicated and respected.’ In love don’t grumble because roses have thorns, but be thankful thorns have roses.