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Monday, September 04, 2006 1:07 PM

I cried yesterday, really. It is the first time in many months, not because I have not been sad, but because the tears do not come. But what is different is that I cried because of a book- The Kite Runner. I borrowed that book from someone, but I am going to buy it for myself, so that I can read it again. When I need hope, when I need to assure myself that love is in the air.

Yes, love IS in the air. Whether floating, drifting, disappearing, it has always been in the air and still is. It is just whether we want to embrace it and accept it.

Hassan's unconditional, selfless love for Amir, his silent sacrifices for an oblivious master. Or rather, a man who is supposed to be of equal rank with him but has become his master due to the faults of the older generation. Hassan, whose love for Amir leads to an incident, one which shatters their lives. One which forces Amir to make a choice, of which he does. But his choice impacts not only on him, but also Hassan, Baba, Rahim, Ali, everyone, everything. The incident happens, inevitably, all due to an act of love from Hassan. An act of love from Hassan for Amir, for Amir a thousand times over.

Soon after that, war breaks their lives into parallel lines, never to meet again. Or perhaps, parallel lines which were a little jagged. Somehow, fate brought them together again. And Amir knows he needs to redeem himself, for what he did years ago. He seeks the only piece Hassan leaves behind, his son. Hassan died, but died with love in his heart, with love in the air. His son, now an orphan, reunites with Amir, who is of a mysterious relationship to him. Read for yourself if you wish, I shall not spoil the ending.

Love is in the air, whether strong, gentle or silent. embrace it, taste it. good comes from guilt and love from good. Perhaps we are all mising that. I wonder why this post sounds stupid!

zendagi migzara life goes on. unless u stop it of course, which u will not, or will you?