By: Anand Krishna
Not too long ago, I faced a situation, when for the first
time I realized that to some people love and loins are inseparable. To them,
love making is the only possible expression of love. They cannot think of love
as anything else other than the meeting of human genitals.
I have this habit of signing my books “with love” –
always. Having done that for more than a
decade, I faced a situation when even that line was being questioned. Thus, I
was being projected as the perfect blend of Caligula and Casanova.
Why do I sign my books “with love”?
