Love is but burs in your petticoat:


Just a few days back a visitor to me asked a typical question ‘Sir, how to define love in a graceful manner?’. In reply to his question I drew his attention to how Shakespeare projected it in his book ‘As you like it’. The relevant part of the story goes like this: Rosalind has her closest possible friend in Celia and there is Orlando, an athlete well built and handsome. Rosalind loves him so much but feels hesitant to express it. All the time she thinks of him but is unable to pick up necessary courage to talk to him face to face. She talks to Celia telling every thing to her in confidence. I see you are in love with Orlando and there Rosalind asked Celia to tell her actually what the love is? Celia jocularly replies “Love is but burs in our petticoat”##. The man concerned  laughed loudly asking me question after question but I had to call it a time to him concluding the talks. I told him such an expression is in a lighter way but love is something eternal ecstasy at the pinnacle, serene and Divine.

## Actually bur is a tiny crispy leave with a pinny top that pinch and pierce the inner side of womens lower clothing. In India this grass  is called latjeera.

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