‘As she sat on the grass beside me, reading aloud or listening to me with a look of complete trust and belief, all the love that had been lying dormant in me during my years of self-exile surfaced in a sudden surge of tenderness.’
What does ‘love’ mean? Is it an old couple holding hands as they walk down on a busy street; or some boys returning from school with their arms around each other’s necks; or a dog excitedly jumping on its owner when she gets back from work? Love lurks in all these moments of tenderness and warmth that make life worth living.