This is the way love looks.

Fingertips barely touching the skin of the paper, carefully not to disturb the dust thinly layered over it. A tickle runs through your fingers, travelling in a fraction of a second deep into your body, down to the DNA level—the DNA level of Love.

Falling in love with the surface of the paper before even seeing it in the light of day, in its whole splendour. Falling in love with the paper by sensing it alone.

The stillness you get into, the spaciousness between paper’s particles, thinly spread in a perfectly smooth dream cloud of cotton. The holding of your breath, the listening to the silence inside you and around, the total surrender are the threads of the love tapestry.