Came across this beautiful short verse posted on FB that read:
Strephon kissed me in the spring
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robert’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.
The above sort of emboldened my view that in pure love, an affection laden look, glance, glimpse or exchange of sight speaks thousand times louder than a physical gesture, the basic premise of twenty four carat pure love between the main protagonists, Bittoo and Shabana of my new book “ A tryst with destiny”. While writing this book, I had the conviction that while material things could get dated, the matters of heart and soul, the human emotions and feelings were timeless. This universality ( language of love is universal), timelessness ( from Heer Ranjha to Bitto Shabana to the current day, love remains eternal and timeless) and purity ( the love emanating from the soul and bereft of material considerations) make my book unique and eminently readable. But this has to ultimately come from the readers rather than I blowing my own trumpet.
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