Love him from distance.
Like earth loves rain.
Forget the clichés of petrichor, greenery, waterfalls and what-not!
They are all baits, false appearances.
See the petals of Gulmohor scattered on ground like rivers of flesh and blood of fallen warriors in battlefield.
Swift arrows made of water that pierce brutally and weaken men to knees.
Swords of the lightening being brandished in the arena of the sky.
Like dazed warriors with bloodshot eyes bulging in fury and windswept hair flying like thousand tongues of fire, demons dance on the earth.
Tales of the war are beautiful, they say.
Don't fall for that beauty.
Stay away from him.
Love him from distance.
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