No Myra, no Aman – just Love…

Sleep is a blessing for the lovers because it takes them into each other's arms. That night both Myra and Aman experienced the sweet joy of togetherness.

She was in his arms and he kissed her softly and lovingly. Her heart filled with pure ecstasy and love warbled in her veins and flowed into every cell in her body and lit it. There was no Myra and no Aman – just love.

Myra woke up with a beautiful feeling in her heart and was in a daze all day long. "I had a beautiful dream last night" – she told Aryaman, when he called.

"You were in my arms and I kissed you and loved you," he replied,

"How did you know?" she was surprised,

"I had the same dream. Our spirits must have met when we were asleep."

Myra thought for a while. What a beautiful phenomenon this was. Could they do it again? "Is this what all lovers experience?" – she asked