You see there is a growing misconception that the earth and humans are far far away from the real touch of the blessings of the Sun. Everyone now assumes it’s just the Sun flares that cross miles and miles into space to come and kiss the Earth’s stratosphere making it warm. But you know there’s another place, a hiding where the Sun quietly like a wanted lover seeps into its beloved’s abode, unnoticed by all.

This place has been the most sacred because in this secret place, the Sun and Earth consummate their love spreading their passion and euphoria from north to south and east to west to every corner and every depth. This place is often known as “The Point of Unconventional Lovers”, “The Opening to Hell’s Eye”, or the sacrilegious “The Rape of the Earth”. But the most famous name and most rightly given perhaps by the centuries-old poet who lived in the surroundings of that place to study and understand these strange passions of the Sun and Earth is the name “Eternal Flaming Falls of Love”. 

As you enter the small town of barely a thousand inhabitants spread across the Northern Peninsula, you come across a signboard with verses about this spot titled “Eternal Flaming Falls of Love”. Of course, you won’t find any maps there or to be honest anywhere because for centuries, the tales, lores, and verses have only existed in the eyes of its precious few reverend searchers. The lover’s spot has taken a hideout somewhere else or perhaps the Sun and the Earth have broken up like the rest of us.

People have searched relentlessly for years in this part of the world to find this place but none got lucky enough. However, I have taken a different approach. I don’t go looking to rediscover it in the first place. Especially because I know it’s our fault that their lover’s den has disappeared or ceased from existence. People say I am a pessimist to think like that. But we all know, how even the greatest bonds of love can get vilified by the outside force that slowly seeps its green poison onto the lover’s love strings. 

We are these outsiders, these love breakers that broke apart the greatest love of the universe, the love between the Sun and the Earth. Our hunger to use Earth’s benign resources for our covetous lifestyle instigated this cosmic bond to break apart. Our desire to usurp the lover’s den and turn it into a laboratory of research and study had forced the place to vanish from the face of the Earth. We never really condemn ourselves for our forced intervention into the matters of the universe. We have a tendency, no, a flaw of existing to excrete power and control over matters that don’t need our pixie curiosities to poke their blade noses.

If we only let the lovers in peace, loving eternally in their “Eternal Falling Flames of Love”, we could have survived till eternity ceased in this haven called Earth. But now, as the relationship is on the brink of fading and the searchlights have failed to find and rekindle the lover’s den, we are forced to find a new haven, somewhere lurking in the black horizon. Or maybe, if we just forget its existence, accept it’s an impossible task, and let go of the hubris of restoring such a form of pure love by our incapable hands. Maybe, if we curb our covetous hungry souls and let the Earth breathe a sigh of peace, the Sun shall return to its lover once again reuniting in their lover’s den.

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