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Who is a WOMAN?

WOMAN- the epitome of love, care, and beauty.
WOMAN- the meaning of sacrifice, suffer, and serve.
WOMAN- the other name of Mother, Sister, 
Daughter, and Wife.
WOMAN- the reason of birth to bravery.
WOMAN- the knowledge of speech to a new born.
WOMAN- the unheard voice of society but, heard voice to it.
WOMAN- the new bold form of power.
WOMAN- the called avatar of Goddess Durga, Parvati, 
Saraswati, Lakshmi, Kali.
WOMAN- the other form of versatality.

So vibrant you are Dear Lady,
Still opts for safety in society,
Doesn't pleads for luxury,
For she believes in her services faithfully!


A VERY HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMAN'S DAY 
TO ALL THE LADIES BORN ON THIS PLANET. 
REJOICE YOUR DAY FIRMLY!❤️ #NojotoQuote

WOMAN: the epitome of define!❤️(Feeling proud to be a WOMAN by myself)
HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMAN'S DAY TO ALL THE PRETTY LADIES OUT THERE!🧚🏻‍♀️

#womanhood #womensday #willpower #nojotoenglish #Nojoto

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Alone Quotes In Hindi "Mahasamadhi"... 
What are the possibilities... #NojotoQuote

Is Mahasamadhi a Possibility for You?

What is Mahasamadhi? Is this highest goal of spiritual seekers even a possibility for you? What is the right motivation and approach? How to make it happen for yourself? And what kind of sadhana could get there? These are some of the questions Sadhguru addresses in this Spot article. He goes as far as to say, “When the time to go comes, I will make sure you go well. This a promise.” Read on to find out more.

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Jan 25, 2019

 

 

"Another Uttarayana has come. This is the time of the year for yogis to make a fresh effort towards their spiritual process, a time for grace and enlightenment. Right from ancient times, countless beings have chosen this time of the year, when the sun’s run shifts to the Northern Hemisphere, to consciously leave their body. One famous example is Bhishma, who waited on a bed of arrows in the battlefield until the beginning of Uttarayana. And on the first Pournami in Uttarayana, Vijji attained Mahasamadhi.  

Sama means equanimous. Dhi or buddhimeans intellect. Samadhi means “equanimous intellect.” An equanimous intellect is an intellect that does not discriminate between good and bad, high and low, joy and misery, pain and pleasure. Mahasamadhi means a greatequanimous intellect – the highest level of equanimity of the intellect. That means your intelligence lost all external input. 

Right now, your intelligence is functioning because of external inputs – because of what you read, heard, gathered. The information in your mind is what makes you look intelligent. You are projecting your memory as intelligence, which it is not. Once you identify with your memory, equanimity is not possible.

If you are attached to your memory, you will never know equanimity.

Because memory has been accumulated in a prejudiced manner – “I like this person – I don’t like that person; this is a good person – that is a bad person; this is all right – that is not all right.” All these judgments and prejudices are a consequence of memory. Everything is labeled in some way: as good and bad; what you like and what you do not like; high and low; God and devil. 

As long as you are identified with the bank of memory that you hold, equanimity is not even a possibility. Samadhi is an equanimous intellect. This means you have to disengage your memory from your intellect. If your intellect gets disengaged from your memory, it struggles for a little while. After putting in a certain amount of sadhana, suddenly you will see all that is in the memory does not seem to mean anything. Freedom is a crazy thing. 

Everyone says that they are looking for freedom, but actually, they are working for bondage. Everyone is trying to bind themselves to something or someone. Whether a man is trying to bind himself to a woman, a woman to a man, or to a God, a party, an ideology, a philosophy, a belief system, or now Isha. No matter what you bind yourself to, you are binding yourself to find some meaning. 

If you bind yourself to something that obliterates your memory in some way, for immediate purposes, it is a good binding. It is a good binding to start with, because it creates a distance between you and everything that is past. This is what brahmacharya or sanyasa means – you have divorced yourself from your memory, because you want an equanimous intellect.

Do not seek Mahasamadhi as an end to your suffering. To seek Mahasamadhi means to see how to evolve life to another dimension.

If you are attached to your memory, you will never know equanimity. It is like stepping on the throttle and thinking the vehicle will stop – it will not stop. It will only go faster and faster! Mahasamadhi is not a gift or a prize to be attained. Mahasamadhi is not a way to end life because there is suffering, because there is an ailment, because you are not able to do a certain thing, because something has become painful. Ending life is called suicide; it is not called Mahasamadhi. 

Do not seek Mahasamadhi as an end to your suffering. To seek Mahasamadhi means to see how to evolve life to another dimension. To seek Mahasamadhi means you have fallen so deeply in love with life, now you want to know the root of it. You have experienced life in its full depth, now you want to know the dimensions of life. 

It will not come just because you have a longing. It will come simply because you are divorced from your memory – you live today as today, not as an accumulated nonsense of many yesterdays. We have already taught you systems and methods to get there. A simple practice like Shambhavi Mahamudra can deliver you there, if you set the other conditions right. You do not need anything else. 

If you have been initiated into Shambhavi, we have told you, before you do your Shambhavi, give yourself a crash course in Inner Engineering. Because without setting the necessary ambience, without releasing yourself from what you are tied to, if you row the boat, the scenery will change because of the seasons, not because you are going somewhere. 

You can fool yourself into believing that things are changing, but nothing is changing. You are in the same place, because you are tied up to the bank of memory. The entire culture is talking about karma, “Aiyyo, karma.” Aiyyo karmameans you are dragging this bag of memory all the time, but you want to become free. If I say, “Let’s go!” You say, “But my bag?!” The only bondage is this bag. There is nothing else binding you here.

Karma is the only bondage. But are you willing to leave your yesterdays and just be here? No, you want to carry your whole yesterdays. If you got back your health and your youth, you would once again do the same things. I am sure many of you, at different stages of your life, are promising your partners, “If I come another seven lifetimes, I just want to be with you!” 

…if you don’t do what you can do, then how can I help you?

Janam–janam – you know the songs. If it is true, it is a horror. If it is not true, wisdom. I will leave it to you. You do not aspire for Mahasamadhi because of your suffering. Because you are fulfilled, you want to transcend to other dimensions of life. You have seen enough of this. It does not matter what happened in the past. You suffer something now only because you remember something that you think was better. 

Leave the bag of memory there, wake up in the morning – the sun is fresh and new, the air is fresh and new, everything is new – just experience it for what it is. And do the simple practices that you are doing with as much involvement and devotion as possible. When the time to go comes, I will make sure you go well. This a promise.

But do not try to leave this life because it has become suffering. If you leave with suffering in your experience, the same thing will multiply in many ways. Do not do that to yourself. You have come here not to multiply it but to diminish it. If you are not able to dissolve it absolutely, at least diminish it to the minimum possible level. 

This is something you must do, because if you don’t do what you can do, then how can I help you? If you do everything that you can do, there are certain things that you cannot do, because they are not within your experience. Those things I will one hundred percent do for you. "
By Sadhguru.
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“It’s the same dream every night.”
“The one about me?”
“Yeah… I’m in bed and I can’t move.”
“How did it feel?”
“Like nothing. I feel nothing. Until…”
“Until what?”
“Until you’re there, on top of me.”
“What am I doing?”
“You’re… looking at me? I’m sorry, it’s hard to remember. It’s always blurry.”
“Blurry?”
“Yeah, like when you face towards the shower and water runs down your face, it’s all blurry.”
“Okay.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. What do I look like?”
“You’re naked. You’re naked, on top of me, on my bed. It’s always the same. The time on the clock,
the bedsheets, the breeze from the window. And you. You’re always there.”
“What about my face?”
“Your face?”
“Am I pretty?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t know what you look like.”
“Do you remember?”
“I don’t know who you are.”
“Yes, you do”
“Who are you?”
I’ll never get used to it; people saying they’re sorry for me. Those people who never batted an
eyelid. It’s funny how messing up your brain somehow entitles you to their sympathy. Or when
people give me that look. The I’m-sorry-you-can’t-remember-shit look. I’m sure if I remembered half
of these faces I’d be telling them all to piss off or something. Mum sometimes jokes about it and
says she wishes I’d lost my attitude instead of my memories. She pretends it’s all just for a laugh, but
I can tell she’s heartbroken. I heard her crying in the kitchen yesterday.
“I’ll just put the kettle on” she said.
She’s never made me tea before.
The doctor says it’s not that serious. A few months max. She said it’s best that I take it slow for now,
which means no stressing out, getting a good night’s sleep, the usual protocol, it seems.
“Your memories will come back in their own time, don’t force it”
It’s not like I know how to do that. She referred me to a therapist and told me to book an
appointment once a week, and she gave me medicine that I have to take, every day, from now on. I
want to punch my old self, right in the nose, for being an idiot.
I want to shout at him: “You are an absolute twat. Crashing a car and cracking your head open? You
moron.”
I want him to say sorry to Mum, for making her cry. For nearly making her lose the only family she
has left.
“We’re all she’s got, and you have no right taking that away from her”
If only I could.
I’ve been taking a walk, every day, since the accident. Mainly because my therapist recommended it,
says it’s good to clear your head. But also, when I’m walking, I’m in control. I’ve been quite adamant
about that lately. I go to the park near my house, only about 2 minutes away. It’s full of 12-year-old
kids skipping school, wearing adidas tracksuits looking like a budget Run DMC costume. But apart
from that, it’s pretty nice. There’s a pond in a corner of the park, it’s really secluded so no one ever
goes there. It’s perfect for an introverted amnesiac to have breakfast in. I sit on the bench in front of
the pond, sometimes for hours, just staring at the water. The water is so still in the morning. It
seemed ridiculous at first, but it does help. I listen to the ducks gliding from one end of the pond to
the other, the sound of the water splitting. I trace the path of the birds flying around, imagining as if
they were drawing pictures. I breathe in the smell of cut grass, a smell that I can only describe as
‘green’. I take it all in. I force myself to hear these sounds, every single one of them. I suck in every
decibel. I make sure it’s never quiet. Because silence is so loud. It’s deafening. I hear her voice. Her
voice, who is she?
I’m interrupted by someone sitting next to me on the bench. I open my eyes and see that it’s a
woman, wearing a red scarf. I think she’s talking to me.
“Hey.”
“Uhm, hi.”
“You alright?”
“Yeah… yeah, very nice.”
“What?”
“What?”
What?
“I said, are you alright?”
“Oh, right, yeah, I’m alright. Thanks.”
Well this is a bit awkward. How long has she been there?
“It’s just you looked so still, is all. I was beginning to think you were dead.”
She laughs.
“Oh no, I was just uhm, thinking. That’s all.”
“Yeah, it looked like you were trying to move something with your mind for a sec. Like a Jedi.”
“Star Wars… huh, wow.”
“Do I not look like a Star Wars fan?”
“Oh no, no, it’s just that…”
This is odd. I try to remember what I was going to say.
“It’s just that I remember Star Wars.”
“Well, yeah, A Force Awakens just came out like, a month ago.”
She’s smiling. I can’t help but smile back.
“Yeah, I remember seeing it. I remember watching it with someone and I remember that it was
good. Really good.”
She chuckles.
“You have amnesia or something?”
“Uhm…”
“Oh god.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“Wow, I am so sorry.”
“It’s okay, really.”
I give her a forced, reassuring laugh.
“No, I just say stupid shit sometimes without thinking. I’m so sorry.”
I chuckle, genuinely.
“You remind me of someone.”
“Do you absolutely despise that person?
I laugh, though I don’t know why. Why did I say that?
“No, it’s just… You really do remind me of someone.”
“Well whoever it is, they better be a right laugh to be with and always, always think before they say
something.”
“I’m sure they are.”
This woman. She seems so familiar. I’ve only just met her, but I can’t take my eyes away from her,
it’s like they’re telling me to look at something. To remember something.
“I’m sorry if this sounds insane, but do I know you?”
“Well, we know each other now.”
The way she avoided the question kind of annoyed me.
“Yes, but do I know you? Do you know me? It just feels like I know you, like, I’ve heard your voice
before.”
She gives a smile. It feels warm.
“You always asked so many questions.”
“Asked? So, we’ve met before?”
She gets up from the bench and starts walking away.
“See you next time, space cowboy.”
Next time?
“Wait!”
Before I know it, she’s gone. That was odd.
Who was she?
“Are you there?”
“I’m always here.”
“Where are you? I want to see you.”
“I’m right here.”
“It’s so dark…”
“Follow my voice.”
“Your voice… I know that voice.”
“Do you remember?”
“No… I don’t remember you.”
“But you know who I am.”
“I don’t know who you are. What are you talking about? Why do I know your voice? Why do I
remember your voice?”
“You always asked so many questions.”
“What?”
I wake up, in a pool of my own sweat. There’s that dream again, except… Except it was different this
time. There was no bed, no room, no breeze. But like always, there she was. What did she look like?
I can’t remember if I saw her or not. But her voice, I just realised, was exactly the same as the
woman from the park. The woman with the red scarf.
I open my eyes and the Sun is out. It takes a while for me to adjust. Once I get myself together, the
smell of toast and bacon invade my nostrils. I make my way downstairs. Mum is cooking breakfast,
which is pretty rare of her to do. To be honest, I’m usually awake first so I just end up cooking my
own breakfast. I sit at the dining table – a full English breakfast already prepared for me. I can’t
remember the last time I had my Mum’s full English. The aroma entices me.
“Morning, Mum.”
“Good morning, darl.”
“What time is it?”
“It’s around half ten already. You’re up quite late this morning.”
“Had a bad night’s sleep.”
“The nightmare’s again?”
“Yeah…”
I mentioned these dreams I’ve been having to my Mum. I didn’t want to keep anything from her. I’ve
even told her about the woman in my dreams and asked her if I knew a woman, before the accident.
Her responses have always been elusive.
“Mum…”
“Yes, darl?”
“Do you know a woman that wears a red scarf?”
She stops, all of a sudden.
“Mum?”
“I can’t say I do. How come?”
Her hands are shaking. What’s going on?
“Mum…?”
“I’m cooking breakfast, darling. Why don’t you go ahead and get started without me, ey?”
Does she know something?
“Mum!”
Her body jolts. She tips the frying pan over and it falls to the floor, making such a sharp noise.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, yes, I’m okay. It just scared me, is all”
“Mum…”
She looks at me, with the same expression that everyone else has been giving me.
“Who is the woman with the red scarf?”
She wipes her hands with a kitchen towel and sits on the dining table, in front of me.
“We didn’t think it was healthy for you to know.”
“Know what?”
“Oh, darling.”
She’s crying. I stand up from the chair and press down on the table with both hands.
“Mum! Know what?”
“It wasn’t just you in the car.”
“What?”
“There was someone else.”
“Who?”
Her name. I remember… It wasn’t the first time I heard it, but it was the first time it tore me apart. I
sink. I sink into a deep, dark pool of dread and panic. That woman at the park. All I can think of, in
this moment, is that woman. The woman in the red scarf.
I make my way to the park. I know where I have to go.
It's around half eleven in the morning and the pond is just like it always is – empty. I sit at the bench
and I wait. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I get up and walk around, just to do something. I can’t
stand the silence. My mind starts panicking. It feels like every synapse in my brain is frying. That
name. It keeps replaying in my head, over and over again, it won’t stop. It just won’t stop. Who is
that woman? Who is she? Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you?
I sit back down, my mind exhausted. Slowly, I feel my eyes close. And then there was black.
“You look tired.”
“I remember you.”
“Hold on, space cowboy. We have plenty of time.”
“Space cowboy?”
“You hated it when I called you that. It made you feel like a ‘child’, you said. You were always so
cute when you got annoyed. Do you remember?”
“I do.”
“It was how I got you into Star Wars. I showed you Han Solo, the space cowboy, to make you feel
better. Do you remember?”
“I remember.”
“And you kept talking and talking throughout the entire film, asking who that is, what planet
they’re on, who shot first… Do you remember?
“I remember everything.”
“You remember me?”
“I remember you.”
“You remember how much I loved you? How much you loved me?”
“I remember. I remember it all.”
“Do you remember how loud I used to eat? How it annoyed you so much?”
“It was unbearable.”
“You remember the red scarf you bought me for Christmas? You remember why you gave it to
me?”
“Because you hated the cold wind touching your neck.”
“You remember how I died?”
“It was my fault.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“I wish you were here.”
“Me too”
“I love you.”
“I love you, always.”
“Let me stay with you.”
“Do you remember me?”
“Yes.”
“So wake up.”
She was the person that I loved. She is the person that I still love.
Her name is Ellie.

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What would happen if Wonder Woman and Thor have a child together?


Let's have a fun with it?

Wonder woman was flying through the sky suddenly when she saw a portal opened and took her to another world.

And she clashed with someone in the sky

Diana said, “Who are you? How dare you interrupted my journey?”

Thor said, “Who am I? Who am I??? I am the great odinson, God of thunder, the great Asgurdian the mighty Thor, who are you, lady?”

Diana said, “I am the champion of themyscira island, daughter of Zeus and Hyppolyta, the Amazonian Princess”

Thor said, “Oh! Zeus!!! You are long way from home, aren't you?”

Diana said, “I have never heard about any Asgurdian tribe other than Norse mythology, are you saying you are the Norse God?”

Thor smiled.

Diana said, “Wow, I thought you would be something different”

Thor said, “I never heard about any Amazonian Tribe neither about themyscira island anywhere”

Diana said, “Something gone wrong somewhere, I have a feeling I am not supposed to exist in this world”

In the meantime, Enchantress back in Asgurd was saying to herself, “Ha, ha, my plan worked, the only being that can beat our mighty hero in any existence is this Amazon warrior because of Zues blood, ha, ha, let me do my influence, ha”

Suddenly, Wonder Woman felt slight headache and everything was becoming dark, when she opened her eyes, she saw Ares laughing at her so she didn't waste any opportunity and attacked

And after a long battle, Wonder Woman won this fight with the help of her lasso.

She used her lasso on Ares and said, “Tell me everything, Ares, what is your intention here?”

Thor puked everything under the influence of lasso

Wonder woman suddenly realised her fault as lasso helped saw the truth, she apologized to Thor very honestly

Thor smiled at Wonder Woman and said, “It's okay, princess, it's a honour to lose to you, you are probably influenced by some of my enemy, it's alright I will take care of it” in saying this they looked at each other intensely

Wonder woman said with slight red face, “Alright, I think I need to get back to my world”

Thor said, “Yes, of course, Heimdall, open the portal”

They entered into another world and found themselves in some dark world

Suddenly, they are attacked by a hood warrior

After a long battle surprisingly they lost to that individual but not before revealing the hood and both of them surprised to it was a girl

Diana asked to her, “Who are you, girl? You managed to beat both of us single handedly which is no mean achievement, your fighting style is very similar to both of us”

She said, “I am the queen leader of Asgurdian and Amazonian Tribe The Great Dara, are you two spy of Loki and Ares dressing as my parents?”

Both Diana and Thor said, “WHAT?”

Both of them told her everything.

She said, “It cannot be possible you can't be my parents as Loki and Ares killed both of my parents”

Diana said, “You are our Daughter but…..”

Thor said, “How is it possible? We just met here and we are not from same reality either”

Dara said, “Ares was researching to beat you for a long time, suddenly he found an old book from Olympia which helped open this portal therefore you two meet with each other for the first time, after that he met with Loki and both of them put their brains together and defeated both of you by uniting both of your enemies through a very big war but it lasted for a long long time, you guys got close to each other during the battle and Wonder Woman gave birth to me, but it was a distraction from Enchantress as she put a love spell on both of you so that you guys made love to each other and get distracted from the war which made sure the obvious loss so in a way I am a reminder of that loss, after you two died, lady Sif and Wonder Man married to each other and brought me up as their own and taught me everything, but it was already a dark world ruled by Loki and Ares, I was the rebel leader, I finally found my father hammer and my mother's flashing blade, I am fighting them since, but it was still not enough as I am the only one, both lady Sif and Wonder Man died in the battle”

Both Diana and Thor was speechless

Thor looked at Wonder Woman and said to Dara, “Don't worry, we are with you on this war, we will help you defeat them”

Diana said, “Exactly”

Both of them went to Dara's home and saw big portrait of them

Diana said to Thor, “It kinds of feel weird, isn't it?”

Thor said, “I don't know, I think it suits us”

Suddenly, a huge explosion happened outside

Dara said, “They are attacking us, they found this place, we have no choice but to fight”

Thor said, “Then let's give them what they want”

Wonder woman said, “Then let us attack them first” in saying this she flew away

Thor said, “Really magnificent this lady”

Both of them attacked that huge army with their full might

Dara joined them.

Loki said to Ares, “I thought we defeated them, why are they here?”

Ares said, “Someone played a trick on us”

Suddenly, An individual appeared out of nowhere and said, “I thought I needed to even the playing field since you two have unfair advantage”

Ares said, “You pathetic Phantom Stranger,


you coward, you don't have it in you to fight but you dare to do this, you will have your punishment”

Phantom Stranger disappeared with a huge laughter and said, “I don't think so”

Dara and Wonder Woman and Thor beat everyone together

Dara took her parents to Hyppolyta in themyscira island


Hyppolyta said with a smile, “My granddaughter and my departed daughter, finally Gods are smiling at us”

After a few moments of emotional get together

Hyppolyta said to Thor and Diana, “Do you understand that you two should never meet each other? It's not supposed to happen, you two need to get back to your time which means this reality does not exist which means Dara should not exist either”

They realised what they needed to do

Both of them sent an emotional goodbye to Dara and said, “We are proud of you, Dara, you are even better than us, keep doing what you doing and take care of your own people but you understand we need to go”

With the help of Heimdall they get back to their own reality

Before Wonder Woman got back to her reality, she said to Thor, “Well, this has been such an unique experience, I will remember this forever”

Thor said, “Same here princess”

They kissed each other for the first and last time to celebrate their adventure and Diana returned to her time



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Girl: Why do you like me..? Why do you love me? 
Boy: I can’t provide the reason. But I really like you…
Girl: You can’t even tell me the reason… how can you say you like me? How can you say you love me?
Boy: I really don’t know the reason, but I can definitely prove that I love you.

Girl: Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reasons only . My friend’s boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!
Boy: Ok...ok!!! I am saying. Because you are beautiful, your eyes are beauteous, because your voice is sweet, because you are caring, because you are loving, because you are thoughtful, because of your charming smile, because of your everything you hold in your hearts 💕. The girl felt very satisfied with the boy’s answer.

Unfortunately, a few days later, the girl went into the coma stage due to an accident . She can’t move anywhere now. 
The Boy then placed a letter by her side, and here is the content:

Darling,
Because of your melodious voice that I love you…Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you.
Because of your care and concern that I like you…Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you.
Because of your smile, because of your every subtle things that I love you…Now can you smile? Now can you move?
No, therefore, I cannot love you.
If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reason for me to love you anymore.
Does love need a reason now ? NO!
Therefore, I still love you…And love pays no heed to any reason. 

With love always,
Forever yours.

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Girl: Why do you like me..? Why do you love me?
Boy: I can’t provide the reason. But I really like you…
Girl: You can’t even tell me the reason… how can you say you like me? How can you say you love me?
Boy: I really don’t know the reason, but I can definitely prove that I love you.

Girl: Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reasons only . My friend’s boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!
Boy: Ok...ok!!! I am saying. Because you are beautiful, your eyes are beauteous, because your voice is sweet, because you are caring, because you are loving, because you are thoughtful, because of your charming smile, because of your everything you hold in your hearts 💕. The girl felt very satisfied with the boy’s answer.

Unfortunately, a few days later, the girl went into the coma stage due to an accident . She can’t move anywhere now.
The Boy then placed a letter by her side, and here is the content:

Darling,
Because of your melodious voice that I love you…Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you.
Because of your care and concern that I like you…Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you.
Because of your smile, because of your every subtle things that I love you…Now can you smile? Now can you move?
No, therefore, I cannot love you.
If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reason for me to love you anymore.
Does love need a reason now ? NO!
Therefore, I still love you…And love pays no heed to any reason.

With love always,
Forever yours.

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