‘As she sat on the grass beside me, reading aloud or listening to me with a look of complete trust and belief, all the love that had been lying dormant in me during my years of self-exile surfaced in a sudden surge of tenderness.’
What does ‘love’ mean? Is it an old couple holding hands as they walk down on a busy street; or some boys returning from school with their arms around each other’s necks; or a dog excitedly jumping on its owner when she gets back from work? Love lurks in all these moments of tenderness and warmth that make life worth living.
‘As she sat on the grass beside me, reading aloud or listening to me with a look of complete trust and belief, all the love that had been lying dormant in me during my years of self-exile surfaced in a sudden surge of tenderness.’
What does ‘love’
an? Is it an old couple holding hands as they walk down on a busy street; or some boys returning from school with their arms around each other’s necks; or a dog excitedly jumping on its owner when she gets back from work? Love lurks in all these moments of tenderness and warmth that make life worth
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