Soul Sotries

There is a question a man carries not on his lips… but in the quiet corners of his soul. A question he fears the world will never understand. What happens when a man loves twice…not out of betrayal, but out of truth? He did not plan it. Love never arrives with permission. It simply… happens. The first time, it came to him like a whisper. Soft. Innocent. Unaware of its own depth. She walked into his life when everything was simple—when love didn’t need definitions, when foreve

There are some prayers my soul whispered only once… and the universe never forgot them. I remember that day clearly. It was not a grand prayer, not one filled with rituals or offerings. It was simple, almost innocent. I closed my eyes and said, “Krishna, let me experience love.” And somewhere beyond the noise of the world, beyond temples and scriptures, He heard me. I didn’t see Him arrive, but I felt Him. That soft, knowing presence. When I looked within, there He was there

Today, a thought keeps playing in my mind—about a very common, yet often misunderstood and overused emotion: love . What is it, really? And why is it so deeply needed in a person’s life? Scientifically, love is often reduced to chemical reactions—oxytocin, dopamine, adrenaline—our brain wiring, as studies like those of Adrienne Rush suggest. But I couldn’t help wondering: what if love is more than biology? What if it has a spiritual dimension? This reflection naturally led me