All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that's a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly.

The system was invisible, which made it all the more impressive, all the more disquieting to deal with. But we were in accord, at least for now.

Tabaqui the Jackal must have bitten all these people," he said to himself,

MY KIND OF HAPPY ZONE 
IS ME BEING IN NATURE!

Written By Janani Devulapally

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