Come Saturday and I head to the nearest Coffee shop log stock and barrel. Me, my diary, my books and coffee – nothing can be more blissful than this after a long week of gruelling job. The coffee shop people know me well by now and hence leave me with my coffee in peace for hours that I spend turning page after page drowning in the writer’s imagination and try to scribble some of my own. Source: Google Images
The moment I hear the question what is love? My answer always is this. Love is. Those two words hold the entire meaning of love for me. When I was asked to write about my own version of love, my mind instantly ran to the nearest rescue I could find – music. For me, love is music, a song that your heart dances to and a rhythm that has the capacity to capture your soul. Love is the language of the universe, the one in which one soul converses with the other.