Its an ordinary hot day in an ordinary city garden. Lovers find respite and an excuse to get close under the shade of trees. A girl sits waiting patiently for her lover, tormented by anger, sadness and insecurity. A shower of red rose petals two minutes later, chases all of them away. At last, her lover, with her long slender neck and her delicate smile stands in front of her.
Love is love.
Love sees no religion.
Love sees no caste.
Love sees no race.
Love sees no colour.
Love sees no gender.
Love, is love.
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