Of Life and Love

Diamond is priceless. It is loved and liked, adored, worshiped and prized. Diamonds are the object of desire for so many, the sparkle in the beauty of ladies, the glamour in the abodes of emperors. Diamonds adorn and elevate whatever they touch. And they therefore command a price, one that so many are eager to accept. But this diamond comes from a quarry, a mine where stones and coal are found. Ravaged and mutilated, rubbing their glorious and latent worth with the grime of coal and the worm infested earth, they lie there, waiting to be recovered, recognized and reborn. A complete and arduous process of mining them, separating them from the dirt, washing, cleaning and processing occurs. Skilled hands and costly machines then cut them with care, imparting the very shape that makes their worth come out of the mould of centuries of disuse and neglect. Polishing adds the glint that makes the diamond arrive, that makes the stone from the quarry rule the hearts of men and women alik...

The pursuers are relentless. The pursued are determined. The sun is relentless, the sweat persistent. Yet neither side wishes to give in. The chase must therefore go on. The pursued are hardened criminals, outlaws posing the gravest danger to peace and to society; although minutes ago, I might have never believed. The pursued are the defenders of the law, the pure bred, the protectors of peace and the destroyers of evil. Or so you have to believe. And they use all they have at their command to dislodge and conquer the other side. Come stand at my side and have a closer look. The heat is building up! The chased have just scored a major victory on the law enforcers. They have deviated midway and have hidden into a security guard tent inside the park while the killers await them a little down the road. They have no idea that their quarry has vanished into thin air! Clever! The mercenaries meet at the point where the prey disappeared. They have no plan. The captain is furious. Orders are b...