Issac writes

If there is a stone in your backyard in the morning, it will remain at the same place till evening as it was in morning, but a flower blooms in the morning and by evening it droops, falls to the ground. The flower is a living thing, it will be born, it will live and then it will die. The stone is an inanimate object, whatever it was in the morning, it will also be in the evening. The stone is very stable and lasting. Our Marriages are like stone. There is no basic difference between going to a prostitute and being in a marriage not born in love – very little difference, it is not a basic difference. You buy a prostitute for a night, you purchase a wife for your whole life. This is no big difference, when there is no love, it is a purchase – whether you are hiring  a woman for a night or making arrangements for a lifetime.

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 The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter “Little prig.” Bun replied, “You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry: I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track. Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut." - Ralpho Waldo Emerson

Two individuals are finite beings, and hence their union cannot be infinite, cannot be forever. And this is the pain, this is the misery of all matrimony, of all love, that we cannot unite with the person forever. We unite together for a moment, but again we fall back to a distance, the gap enters. The distance creates pain, it hurts, and so lovers are in continuous state of despair over it. Slowly, slowly it begins to appear as if the other person is creating this distance. Hence the anger, irritation over the other begins to rise. But those who know would say two people are two separate individuals. They can force a momentary meeting but cannot meet forever. This is the very pain and hurt that gives birth to a constant conflict between lovers, that begins a tussle with the very person one loves. A tension, a strife, a feeling of aversion creeps in, because it begins to seem as if the other doesn’t want to merge and so the merger does not become complete. But no

Have you ever noticed that after you have shown a little love to someone, a great wave of contentment pervades your entire being? Have you never realized that the most serene moments of contentment were those which came in moments of unconditional love? When there were no conditions for love, when you simply and lovingly smiled at a stranger in the street! Didn’t   a breeze of peace and contentment follow it? don’t you have any experience of tranquil joy pervading your heart when you lifted up a fallen person, when you gave hand to a person who had slipped, when you presented a flower to a sick person? Not because you did so because he is your father or because she is your mother. No the person may not be anyone particular to you, but simply to give a gift is itself a big reward, a great bliss.

I always thought every time a butterfly flies around, people say wow and everytime a cockroach does the same, people run around, cursing the poor insect. Discrimination on the basis of appearance…eeehhhh, the butterfly looks beautiful so glory be to her and the cockroach looks horrible, so curse be on him.  Why so I always thought ?...yeah its sheer madness to think like that but my mind is an untamed horse, so cannot complain. I asked my sister the same question and she gave me a fantastic answer, she said this, “ bhaiya  Butterflies are beautiful agreed, but they also live in the company of flowers and that’s what makes them more beautiful whereas cockroaches live in dirt, they live in the company of anything and everything that is a waste and that’s what make them more horrible.    I was like wowwww…she is right…..she makes sense…….