“What food is to hunger, love is to soul”
 My mother who was of course a great source of love for me, always spoke
these words, “What we need from god is not his blessings but his
love”. She always made sure we never ask God to give us good clothes or
marks or other such tangible things but only his love. And somehow it never
made much sense to me.
But when she left me and I had nothing much to continue with, it was her
love which helped me cope up.
My food for soul is love.

Written for Write tribe’s prompt 100 words on Saturday #3

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