I guess it was what my friend Phoolendu at the yoga studio would call kismet. That's like fate, but much more dramatic.

Maybe love at first sight isn’t what we think it is. Maybe it’s recognising a soul we loved in a past life and falling in love with them again.

Last night, I spoke to God.I told Him my plans. He started to cry.I thought I was great to move The Greatest to tears.He said that He was crying only becausemy plans were very differentthan His plans for me.

I couldn’t have dreamed you into existence because I didn’t even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.

From deep quiet gorges and wilderness of the holy mountain came to her wonderful, like silver mist, dreams and silently whispered into her ears that she was designed for extraordinary deeds.

Our fates are locked together. It would be foolish of me to anger God by leaving you.

His eyes spark with revolutions, enlightened trickery and unconditional affection.