“Love is blind. Yeah sure. But it is also poor in calculation and logic. It is rich in feeling, extravagant in manifesting and sumptuous in imagination. It is not the end but the beginning, the middle and the end. It never ends, though. It is eternal and ever-stretching like the universe. Love is not the synonym of life but life is the synonym of love,” so I said to her completely revealing my feelings for her in heart and spirit. She maintained unflinching gaze, which served as my instant source of inspiration, at me wonder-struck. Finally she broke the silence,
“You speak rhetoric and poetically,” again bestowing me with her radiant smile, a smile like a pearl in an open oyster ruffling my hair with hand playfully. This day, this candle-light dinner, this spontaneous gesture will never be forgotten by me. It would be the most precious commemorating souvenir if excavated from the depth of my whole being.