“What are you driving at?”

‘She is a soul not a body and what is projecting out of her is love, in its divine form, purity. A longing not a desire.’

“Longing and desire are synonyms, so?”

‘On the contrary, when used in terms of love they become antonyms. Love is a feeling, an ethereal sensation, a flow of fragrant breeze that can be stored in any form, shape or co lour. It is a current that creates magnetic fields that differ from a person to person and from a thing to thing. The feeling of love for a mother is different than for the father, a sister, and brother,

likewise it is variant in case of sons and daughters.

For a lover it is completely divergent. If it is honest and pure it remains a longing that never ages and if it is wild and lustful it becomes a desire that generates the urge of fulfillment devoid of sense and consequence and it dies off sooner than it is felt in shame and dishonor.

The words of wisdom echoed in his interior, he shuddered at his ignorance as a whim of

Amir Bano whispered to him,

‘Do you still not understand that you are a part of my conscience? Imagine if a woman keeps a picture of her love, so close to her skin that it subsides completely, what would have been her feelings for the persons himself!’

Ghulam Asghar