Aavarana: The Veil

by S.L. Bhyrappa

I began to hate religion with an intensity, a kind of violence that surprised even me.

To fall in love is to abandon oneself. The mindless excitement I had felt was real. To fall in love is to be foolish. Thoughts about the future and consequences were reserved for the pusillanimous. To fall in love is to instinctively trust that same recklessness to show the way for the future.

Myths are hard to create but far harder to destroy.

But since when has a lust-intoxicated man thought about the feelings of others?