There is a bond that runs deeper than that of blood. It is the bond of the heart. And out of this the bonds of blood are freshly forged. Often, though, the bond of the heart is not consummated and hangs in air as sublimity of the soul, as pulsating beats in delightful resonance, requited or unrequited, it matters not. What matters is the intensity of feeling that lends truth to the relation that transcends the structural limitations of society. Such a love is, verily, freedom on this very earth that otherwise binds with its myriad fetters.
Written by Sugata Bose
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