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“Glad you like it." "No. I love it." He grunted. "You ready?" "Ready for what?" "For me to ask you to dinner yet." Her pulse tripped all over itself. Got up. Tripped again. "Did you think you needed to build a pergola to convince me?" "No. I, uh..." He tossed down the rag, shoved his hands into his pockets. "I needed something to keep me busy while I worked up the nerve to ask.”

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It Happened One Summer

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“Shri Ram said: “Ever since I have been separated from you, Sita, everything to me has become its very reverse. The fresh and tender leaves on the trees look like tongues of fire; nights appear as dreadful as the night of final dissolution and the moon scorches like the sun. Beds of lotuses are like so many spears planted on the ground, while rain-clouds pour boiling oil as it were. Those that were friendly before, have now become tormenting; the cool, soft and fragrant breezes are now like the hissing serpent. One’s agony is assuaged to some extent even by speaking of it, but to whom shall I speak about it? For there is no one who will understand. The reality about the chord of love that binds you and me, dear, is known to my heart alone; and my heart ever abides with you. Know this to be the essence of my love.”

“Ah, Toulouse, you have travelled too much. You know the gods of a hundred lands, those of the trees and mountains, the sky and sea, the stars and planets, of demons and angels, and even the Master of the Cosmos. But I am speaking of God. There are others, I’m sure, but only one God who created even great Zeus and Rama. Yet travel is like philosophy: a few years of it will perk the eye to differences, which you shall be able to notice with ease. Yet living as I have, travelling to lonely lands and through a thousand metropolises and hidden woods, you rather see the similarities. All becomes one, and God too becomes one. Not the sum of all those gods here, but beyond them, a being few philosophers have truly grasped. He has always been one, but he is severed in our minds. So it is up to us to piece him back together. If our souls possess a clarity beyond what our mortal nature can bestow, we shall see him.”

“The Bhajan of the death of the breeze Through the incredible red of the leaves I have seen death! The sky was a yogurt of flying monkeys, or the inner Ramayana of all the red leaves The breeze overflowed itself with a heart of wood, clarifying my size of subtle forgetfulness and bajans, towards the naked torso of the sun and the earth. Through the incredible red of the leaves I have seen death !. I saw my guru. I saw the God of Gods telling me: YOU ARE RAMA. YOU ARE RAMA. Since ever! And since before you were born: YOU ARE RAMA And in the naked torso of the sun and the earth my heart today spills between subtle forgetfulness and bhajans, because you are also Rama. because you are also Rama.”

“प्रेम यदि निस्वार्थ हो, सीता तभी संग होगी, पूर्ण निष्ठा समर्पण से ही, ये धनु भंग होगी। संभवतः यह पवित्र प्रेम की उसी शक्ति की पराकाष्ठा थी, जिसने श्रीराम को पाँच दिवस में महासागर पर सेतु बांधने का सामर्थ्य दिया था अथवा आज फिर वही संकल्प-शक्ति प्रकट हो गयी थी, जिसने युगों पहले रघुवंशियों को अजेय बना दिया था।”