"...I have died to myself and I live for you,

I have disappeared from myself and my attributes; I am present only for you,

I have forgotten all my learning, but from knowing you; I have become a scholar,

I have lost my strength, but from your power; I am able,

If I love myself, I love you; If I love you, I love myself."

~Rumi~

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Sanskaar woke up suddenly and felt the unfamiliar weight of Swara's head on his shoulder and her arm draped over him. It appeared to be still dark outside, he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, which for some reason seemed to evade him. There was no use lying in bed, he thought, he could not stay still and he was afraid that his tossing might awaken Swara. He gently placed her head on the pillow, though she reluctantly relinquished her hold on him. Even in her sleep she seemed unwilling to let him go. He gazed at his beautiful, lovely wife of few hours, she looked so innocent and peaceful, and he wondered what he had done to deserve her love. It never ceased to amaze him that she loved him.

He quietly slipped out from the bed, tucked the covers around Swara and walked over to the balcony. He silently slid open the doors to the balcony, it was dark and chilly. He stepped out and felt wet grass...

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