Adult Fiction If you want to love Do so To the ends of the earth With no shortcuts Do so As the crow flies. Indeed, I too would have loved to write one of those serene stories with a beginning and an end. As you know only too well, it is never like that, though. Lives mingle, people tame one another and part. Destinies are lost. On looking at your reflection in the mirror you say, 'I don't like what I see.' You are hurt by your weaknesses. You are hurt by your failures. Listen, If you cannot stand the thought of the rot your body will become when you are buried under the earth, or you are able to say: 'I don't want to rot, please burn mel' then, you will be allowing the flowers of freedom to blossom. Your strength will spring from your scattered weaknesses and with your common humanity you will fight against the ills erected as royal edifices over dunes of silence.