Love can live many lives in one life. Love is complete. Lovers remain insatiable! The essence of love lies in its unfulfillment. Memory and love are different. Remembering in love. Remembering does not necessarily mean love. There is a lot that gets involved in memory. Memory has its own texture. Prem remembers its importance. The love of those who live in the past chokes the present. This whole world is thanks to love. Love is not just about attraction. Not a supporter of lust. Friendship is also love. Even in enmity there can be unrequited love. Hurting is not love. Love can dissolve itself. It is love that has had the good fortune to be modern before the very beginning! From time to time the one who can imitate the age automatically opens in love! After falling in love, there is an ups and downs. After falling in love, there is a balance of life, not death. Even in jealousy there is love. There is love even in condemnation. At the top of everything is love. It is our nature to be sad. Love does not hurt! He does not like to play the chess of conditions! A true lover will surely be insatiable but will not complain about his love! The answer to all questions can be the desire or lack of love. A successful love also fades away. Even failed love is sanctifying. It is solitude spent in love that makes life independent. Submission is the test of love. Some have a knack for test presentations. After falling in love, many do not live above the earth, but emerge at the bottom of the abyss. Soaring higher than the sky is love's passion. Rah Chah is not just a rhyme but a word of breath. After meeting, the countdown to separation begins. Even if there is time to break up, the feeling of longing surrounds the heart. It is not love by being conscious and unconscious! Love likes mischief… mischief… fun… earning love in life – is also an achievement. If there was no love, language would not have been born! The meaning of need may vary according to need. The one who gives pleasure is the sacredness of the Himalayas where he lives. He who knows how to live without naming or discrediting love has no less purity than the Ganges. What is instinctive is affection. Which is mature but fickle. That which is light but without competition is love. Love doesn't have to change, it has to adapt. Even if you don't give up the habits you don't like, love that doesn't give up! And he who can find love without bringing in habits has a perennial spring without an address. S. R. A case of Bhatt sahib has been cited by Vinod Bhatt in his book. S. R. By associating a scholar like Bhatt Sahib with love, the love of language also fulfills the debt. S. R. Bhatt sahib was given a lift by one of his students. Seated on the back of a scooter. It turned out to be love. He told the story… 'A boy failed in love. Disappointed. He does not mind doing any work. All day the thoughts of the girl he loved came. The brothers explain a lot but his mind does not turn back from his love. To forget his love, he went to his village to fly. Five-six months passed. Still could not forget that love! In the village there lived an elderly woman. The boy questioned Ba. 'Baa, tell me how long does it really take to forget love?' Baa simply replied: 'I don't know, son! I am still ninety-nine years old!' The fun of this whole event is felt with the colors of each living in love.' It is love that can keep new even after failure. It is love that can live with every squeeze of life. Love is proud of the fact that the loved one can express briefly the same thing that needs to be said at length. Success in life is attributed to love. Even if the lover is promiscuous, he will feel the pangs of thirst in his satisfaction. From where do we feel the satisfaction of Mira sitting as Radha's imagination? How disrespectful are we to ourselves by opening Google for everything? i love I love Nothing But Love – When all these phrases sound like mantras, the surrounding veils are removed. The amount of dying decreases. And every moment that remains is a celebration of breath. Which begins with this moment and ends with the spring of infinity On the beats 'And kunje kunje sravana keka of peacocks on the grass…' -Manishankar Ratnaji Bhatt
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Offbeat: An unquenchable thirst
