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The Quality of Love   by Kumar R Shrestha Ó The Quest

She was a lovely girl. With her ingenuous smile and sweet voice, she would have won many hearts. Despite her age when it was more important to have fun, she wanted to follow her studies diligently. At the end of the studies, she aspired to do social services and help those in need - exactly what her dear sister used to do. She used to talk a lot about her family and her friends, and wanted to introduce me to all of them. But if you observed well, you could note the sorrow in her eyes. Her boyfriend lived far away and it had been long since she had last seen him. She used to say that he was very different from the rest and that she longed to see him soon.

He was a young man, with shiny, grey hair and a boyish face. He was a person with a big heart and a spontaneity that is hard to find. He used to come and visit me whenever he felt like it. Often he had an agitated air about him and eyes that looked more than tired. But as we sat there on the floor to sing together some oriental songs, you could see his worries slowly fade away. He wanted to find himself a nice girl and then used to get fed up, only to tell me: "These people do not understand me. Nor is this the right place for me." He nurtured a certain passion for the East. His dream, he used to say, was to go and visit one day the land that I come from.

She was an intelligent young musician in love - her eyes said it all. Unfortunately, she had had a traumatic childhood and its scars had not yet healed. She used to live alone and could not manage to have a good relationship with anyone. Now that she had found him, things had taken a brighter look. He seemed to fulfil her every need. In him, she had discovered a new world. This relation had revived her being. It was a dream and she hoped it never ended. But end it did when the young man decided to leave her. She was shattered. She hated the most to return to her arid past. With him, her love had gone and she prayed desperately that it come back.

The other is everything and we ourselves are nothing. Our lives are built of dreams and reality lies distant a thousand miles. Only thought has guided our actions and love, sadly enough, has never been.

The person that you love or that loves you can move away. The person can reject you, hurt you or cause you pain. You may feel that you have been deprived of your love. You may feel like a child robbed of its colourful toys. But can you want love back? If you do, you only want the object back.

If you really loved, you would accept and live with the fact that there is separation from the object - a thing that there was. But there cannot be separation from love. Love is always there - it cannot disappear. Everything else is non-essential. Love alone is enough to carry on.