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Is reciprocation of love important/necessary?

If it is, then why does it happen so often that we end up loving and caring for someone who pays no heed to it?

Or on the other hand how do we happily grab love and attention being showered from those who care for us more than we care about them?

Is this not some kind of an "imbalance of love"?

May be I am just too sleepy and brain-dead to have been thinking about these questions...


sujaan said…
I think it totally depends on the individual concerned; the level of emotional and spiritual evolution one has reached. Perhaps some people are highly evolved in that sense and don't need anything in return and can fully love without any expectations...
Princess Fiona said…
interesting questions.

i have another one for u.. how many chapters??
Shazia said…
@ Sujaan
Hmmm... That means I am confused whether I am emotionally evolved or not. :)

@ Moni
First is done. Second is going on :)
Kokonad said…
Your post is food for thought. Pretty healthy food, too. :)

Writing thesis kya?
silent_rebel said…
Shazia said…
@ Kokonad
Haan yaar i am writing my thesis these days. And in between the 'writing' such 'foods for thought' keep bubbling withing my head. I wish there was some switch to control these thoughts. :)
Rajita said…
Hey nice post..I like your blog..wish you hadnt deleted your KANK post..would have loved to read your views..btw am not a married man :)

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