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And I was in deep love with Pragya! I loved her not because of what she had but because of what I felt for her. I cared for her not because she needed care, but because I wanted to. I was always there for her, not because I wanted her to be with me but because I wanted to be with her. A walk with her in the silence of dark night, when I could feel each step, each single sigh, when warmth of her hand shared her emotional state and each word of her had a special significance of how much she loved me.

And how much I loved her. If I had the power, I would wish to wake up every morning feeling her warm breadth on my shoulder, feeling her so close so that I could see her beautiful eyes first thing in the sunlight, sleep every night kissing her wonderful and charming face and hugging her close to me as we fall asleep. When you are in love, it all is a strange feeling.

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We think about it, sing about it. Dream about it and loose sleep worrying about it. When we discover it, we fear loosing it. But in all love is the constant source of pleasure, of happiness.