There is only finite love in one’s life. How do I know? Whatever I hated as a child, I love now. I love banana flowers and stem, I love arbi, parval, radish, neem ka saag. And, I love bel. I used to hate the smell of it, I would go wander around in the village streets if I saw that grandpa is making the kids drink bel.
The only time I remember drinking it is when it was mixed with all fruits and bhaang. That night an uncle and me kept the whole village up laughing because we found the stars, the sky and the whole universe funny.
Anyway, this one is to bel and finite love.
