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Even without formal marriage, union in love doesn't require social labels — Rati loved Hiranyakashipu regardless.
In youthful anxiety, even a single glance can act as a messenger between lovers — shyness becomes eloquent.
"O dear! I’m not angry at Rama," she says, fearing to bring dishonor to her clan — her heart hesitates even when words escape.
Shiva abandoned ornaments and perfumes, taking to ashes and household life after marrying Parvati — a divine paradox.
The moon, radiant and life-giving, dims in the sun's presence — even greatness fades near higher power.
The moon’s wife, the lotus, blossoms only in his absence — love reveals itself in distance.
Why are night and moon not equal to day and sun? The glow of moonlight remains even if slower — don’t devalue difference.
A woman possesses moon-face, lion-hip, and elephant-grace — if such is embedded in the heart, what need for rituals?
The eastern-bound sunbird with radiant rays descends behind the western hills — ending the day in brilliant demise.
The lake lies still — birds dead in sky, fish buried — until clouds bring rain, and the wild elephants drink once more.
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