Amrutvel By V. S. Khandekar

The creeper in this picture is in full blossom, The many colourfull flowers are its proof. Love is also like this creeper. Love is not just the lust or desire inevitable at the young age. I do not consider desire as valueless, actually it supports the living all over. When this very desire is combined with feelings from the base of your heart then it takes the form of love and it becomes divine and resembles the nectar. The creeper then delivers compassion, blossoms into friendship. To understand the meaning of love we will have to become one with the world outside. We will have to break the tough selfishness. We will have to overcome the "Me`. To understand the world outside we will need absolute involvement with it, then we will understand the diversity it has. The world is a combination of pleasant and dreadful nature, good and bad people, arts from literature to music and places of pilgrimages like the scientific inventions to nursing the patients suffering with leprocy. But if this love is selfcentered then...? If it starts worshipping only the soul within it then...? Such person becomes the enemy of others and of himself. The vine then bears poisonous flowers.