Where is our vigorous tenacity of love? The roll-up-your-sleeves-and-get-angry love? I call this muscular love. It's the love that refuses to judge on the basis of difference … . Love doesn't turn away when it is afraid. Love runs towards in spite of personal risk ...

Though we may have secure professions and sit well-fed; though we may live thousands of kilometres from war and other violent clashes, we are not exempt from grief, from a gnawing sense of loss. How do we cope in such difficult times? ...