I sometimes wonder about this True-Love thing and I get confused. Love--as I now understand it--has to be true if it's there.

If Aphrodite had an avatar on earth, it was her. It was her- the Holy Grail men keep searching all through their lives!

The term 'first-love' exists because there always more to count ahead, as pure as the previous one, as true as the one that touched your soul lately.

She was covered in sweat, and her body odor filled my nostrils. But her smell wasn't repulsive, believe me! It was rather alluring. It was tempting, a little foul, sour, yet arousing.

Time is an obstinate healer. It heals you against your will. And the younger you are, the faster you are cured, only to come out more immune.

The 'humanity' that we bear is stuck in dividing grades. The affinity, the warmth in our hearts has turned partial accordingly.

Such is the force of love at first sight. Your sense go dormant for a while, and all that remains active is a rushing organ in the chest---assuming charge of your entire being.

It is astounding how women influence our entire ambit, and that's in this 'manly' world! They amaze you, don't they? And man, we get amazed!

Speaking my mind has never been a challenge for me; it's speaking my heart which is difficult.