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Love is an ultimate one in our life. It is a great force that combines everything. Today, Love is narrow down into the love happens between men and women. It is beyond that, even a grain of sand makes you happy. Yes, Love creates a fragrance of happiness.

One time, Hellen Keller wants to know the meaning of love. So, she asks her teacher, Miss Sullivan.

I remember the morning that I first asked the meaning of the word “love”. This was before I knew many words. I had found a few early violets in the garden and brought them to my teacher. She tried to kiss me; but at that time I did not like to have any one kiss me except my mother. Miss Sullivan put her arm gently round me and spelled into my hand, “I love Helen”

“What is love?” I asked

She drew me closer to her and said, “It is here”, pointing to my heart, whose beats I was conscious of for the first time. Her words puzzled me very much because I did not then understand anything unless I touched it…..

Hellen keller learn things by touching a objects. But, love is an abstract one that’s why she struggles to learn that. Another time, when she was learning a piano, she loses a concentration. Miss Sullivan wrote “Think” in her head that means a process happening inside a head. It’s the first time, she understands a abstract idea.

For a long time I was still – I was not thinking of the beads in my lap, but trying to find a meaning for love in the light of this new idea. The sun had been under a cloud all day, and there had been brief showers; but suddenly the sun broke forth in all of its southern splendour

Again I asked my teacher, “Is this not love?”

“Love is something like the clouds that were in the sky before the sun came out,” she replied. Then in simpler words than these, which at that time I could not have understood, she explained: “You cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch love either; but you the sweetness that it pours into every-thing. Without love you would not be happy or want to play

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