Treasure Island

Aniruddha Pathak

(25.05.1941 / Godhra - Gujarat)

A drug called love


And now research says love is addictive,
All we knew till now, it was productive.
Drug it’s to love, to lust,
Man wants when more, and must,
To counter which naught is more effective.
___________________________________ __________
Says Dr John Marsden, Head, National Addiction
Centre, London Falling in love can give you the
same sort of kick as taking a drug like cocaine,
and is as addictive. When people are smitten by
love, the brain releases a drug called dopamine.
It gives the same high as cocaine. Attraction
and lust are like a drug. They leave you just
wanting more—as they say, dill maange more.
_____________________________________________ _
- Happenings | 07.01.04 |

Submitted: Sunday, December 29, 2013

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