Sex is sacred if performed as a culmination of love, if done just to satisfy the lust, it indeed dents the character.

Even love becomes a cause of hatred, if stars are not in favour of a man.

When you think about a person or object most of the times while you are awake, it is either obsession or it is love.

Love does not mean just joining lips and belly. It is much more. One should have respect for the other.

Making a woman fall for a man is a natural talent. You can practice it but you can’t master it. Practice does not make you expert, but dampens your spirits every time you fail.

Even expression of love becomes bone of contention if destiny so desires.

Even love becomes pain if destiny has some other designs.

The time of love, is like a dream when one sees a life story in just a few seconds. The time that cannot be measured … the time that is full of ecstasy…full of sweet pain.

Don’t look for permanent love. You will be disappointed. It is found only in novels, fairy-tales, and films.