
Love is not a commodity that you can just trade in the next corner market. It is an unrestricted state of being without expectation, justification or boundary. Love is existential, reflecting. Love is religion, a dream; it is everything!

Love is not a commodity that you can just trade in the next corner market. It is an unrestricted state of being without expectation, justification or boundary. Love is existential, reflecting. Love is religion, a dream; it is everything!
The picture I have of women is undoubtedly what I learned from my Mother. She once told me that every smile of independence and rights in a woman’s face, was one less tear in her eyes. Today, I would rather just tell her that I finally got it. Smiles like these can take more than a day or a month. It takes a whole existence. The smile of two friends. A marriage of two beautiful souls. A candid, open, strong and nurturing friendship of love, respect and understanding. A friend is quick to listen, slow to judge…
The room was suddenly quiet, barely there, in completely stillness. There was a gaze in the air. It was thin, piercing, echoing the calmness before a huge storm. Coughing no one dare to flare. Crappy conversations were not heard. Gossip barred in the interim. Hairdryer blasting only heard in the next door. No water running. No empty field to fly to. There was just a vacuum in the corner and that’s all I saw. She waited for me to say something, a word perhaps but I wouldn’t. I was just there, staring, numb, livid, eyes red. No one dared to say a thing. No one dared to ask. No one dared not to be silent. Dejected, my soul left me momentarily, freezing for a split second in space.
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