The exemplary daughter of Thar says no to every luxury simply to keep her sanctity secure and her faithfulness to her kinfolk intact. Obsessed with her motto of devotion and patriotism she protests. Eats and drinks naught, prefers death to infidelity, until she turns into a cadaver. She entreats: “O’ Umar! If I die, take my body to my native abode Malir and bury me there.”
Nobody in their lives, at one moment or the other, might have escaped love lighting their heart and soul. A single fiery touch of love causes the ship of life to sink or stay afloat. In love, beloved is all is seen, no other sense seems to support. Worldly routine no longer matters. However, it’s neither mere looks nor skin-deep beauty that’s mesmerizing to the loving beholder. Love knows no rationale, sets no condition or criterion. Notwithstanding her dark complexion, Laila was no inferior than the beautiful rose-petals or a sizzling starry-night to Majnu. Love knows no bounds and assails without warning. Eyes, drowsy or awake, reflect of the light of love. Even a single thought of love is extraordinarily overpowering; it’s transforming.
If love is so domineering, some questions however are very daunting. What leads to break ups or who is to be blamed for broken hearts, shattered…
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