As long as I am acting out of love, I feel I am doing best I know how.

One thing work gives is the joy of not working, a minute here or there when I stand and only breathe, receiving the good of the air. It comes back. Good work done comes back into the mind, a free breath drawn.

Khilone jab toot jaate the bachpan main, tab naye waale mil jaate the... 
Pr abhi samaj raha hai, pyaar jo milta tha bachpan main, vo to abhi baajaro main bik raha hai...

I felt adrift, anchorless in a running sea. This is now my home.

Written By Diana Gabaldon

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