A reader friend of mine made a request to me to write ‘more and more’ on the erotic measures of love between Prithviraj Chauhan and Sanyogta. He is not the only one to make such a requisition; there are several others who have been making a similar sort of request to me from time to time. What do they mean by erotic love? Obviously they are talking of erotic sex. I replied to him that this theme is robustly sex oriented and any attempt to work on it with due elaboration is bound to turn into a spam. I am, however, working a way out to see if something meaningful in this direction can be done without compromising decency and grace. Love and lust are just two different things; love is serene and lust is ridiculous, love is superb and lust is ludicrous and, ironically enough, both the sides are equally involved in the case of Prithviraj Chauhan and Sanyogta. The task is gigantic but as I have assured him and others, and as I don’t want to disappoint my important readers I may have to find out some tangible via media for the purpose ensuring that I am able to finally locate some necessary theme to accomplish the job in days to come through my subsequent post(s) on this blog.