we love one or a thing , since we glimpse a
degree of perfection in them if not we do not love
hence in the
world both love hate do exist
"That
heck itself is the thinnest ray of beauty, perfection, goodness [ sathyam
shivam sundaram ]which reaches the heart directly , opens its gates, without
your knowledge/effort
suddenly you find you are in the moon light, you find you have fallen in love with that thing or that someone or that some talk or anything whatever you loved , may not be equally loved by all , those few are the luckiest, who are selected by that light to dance upon them
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