Is the love that I have as deep as Radha’s love for Krishna? Is it eternal like time? What is this love?
Can you feel this love as you observe a faithful dog follow its master. Such a loyal companion it is, made just for one.
Can you sense this love as you watch the raggedy old riksha driver pedal slowly along the dusty Biratnagar roads? He’s made for this place, the dust is immersed in his sweat, his blood.
Can you touch this love in the air? The fresh wind gives relief from the burning sun. The coconut trees dance with joy. The houses are silent and afar, and the streets are chaotically busy. Everything is one, everything makes due. Everything seems as if they’re meant to be.
This must be love.