Life is a journey and love is a river that flows along side. The river adds a picturesque scenery to admire, and make the journey worthwhile, it nurtures the people we meet on the way, it shows the path, through its sparkle, in the dark nights and soothes, with the reassurance of calm, in the hot afternoons of life. We loose both the river and the journey when we hault to grab the river.

The river flows regardless. If you try to stop it, it will break and obliterate everything on its way. And with the journey of life thus halted, one struggles to catch up, even with the river itself that one wanted to grab.