This is my Special Act of Love
It’s the month of February now and almost everyone is looking forward for the day of hearts. Malls, restaurants and favorite gimmick joints are all geared up for their promotions on Valentines Day. You could see red hearts, red clothes, and bouquets of chocolates being displayed. But what does the day really means? Is it the day for lovers alone or for every one even without partners? A tricky question but true for some.
I do remember a love story which I encountered that have really touched my heart and moved my soul. It’s about a great love by a person to his partner. Such was his greatness in his love for his woman that he converted his home into a nursing home when his beloved started to fall apart from the reality and even patiently took care of her. How tiring it was for him and how painful it was that your most treasured one can no longer remember you. But this reality hasn’t changed the intensity of his love for his wife. This even made him stronger each day and his sacrifice was at the end rewarded with a loving recognition from his wife.
When a man and woman do fall in love, assuming that each is romantically free and the context otherwise appropriate, sex is a necessary and proper expression of their feeling for each other. "Platonic love" under such circumstances would be a vice, a breach of integrity. Sex is to love what action is to thought, possession to evaluation, and body to soul. "We live in our minds," Roark observes, "and existence is the attempt to bring that life into physical reality, to state it in gesture and form." Sex is the pre-eminent form of bringing love into physical reality.
Oh! It again made cry and hope that I too will find such great love.
