The story is very beautiful, never break the heart which but it loves, takes to liking and that old love keeps haunting, forget it not, nor is it forgotten once the heart got ached. Military men, the bravehearts' wards meeting in cantonments and bivouacs, taking to gipsy life and loving irrespective of caste, creed, society and its age-old customs, are bound to shake the foundations. Love is love, alters it not, once you saw with love.
Our generation delimited the definition & horizon of Love in a box that mainly refers to love between a boy & a girl. Love has a broader & profound meaning beyond this box. Surely, the highest state of love is Love of God, a love between creations & the Creator.