It’s strange and yet amazing that the most astounding force I yet know can be so beautiful one time, giving us a feeling like this is where I belong and yet at another it is so disastrous that we have nothing else in mind than to escape. I muse….. is this a function of man’s input, behavioural, emotional or temperamental, that corrupts the pure nature of this phenomenon called love or is love truly double sided and its true nature is shown in both polar opposite?