Love is divine, love is pristine. Love could be agony, love could be bliss. It’s God’s wonderful gift. All are not ordained to be smitten by the love bug; only the chosen few are lucky. For love, you need a heart that feels, that throbs, that is brimming with sentiments and emotions … a heart that is immaculate, impeccable and pure. My Red Butterfly is a tale modest yet sublime; of unparalleled love and romance. It could be of any one of us; of ...
