I have grown up with a mother who has a great capacity to be cruel. It's only her Buddhist practice that has mellowed her down.
And now there is Arun. Arun is exactly like Ma. It must be my karma. May be I need to expiate a certain karma in me that I have these two in my life.
I love my mother and I love Arun but they both have a great capacity to be cruel. It's a tendency they both have. I can't stop talking to or meeting Arun. That's unthinkable. Just like I can't stop loving my mother.
Arun says we are friends. Then may be we shouldn't kiss, right? But kissing him is divine and it fulfils something in me. And if that's happening I don't want to stop it.
He's so cute. He's such a darling otherwise.
Despite Ma's Buddhist practice her tendency continues.
Love,
Me.
10.39 am
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