In a peaceful village lived Arjun and Meera. Arjun was a kind-hearted man, but sometimes his words were a bit too simple for the depth of his feelings. One evening, while sitting by the lake, Arjun looked into Meera's eyes and said, "Meera, you are more wonderful to me than any other woman in the world."
Meera's heart skipped a beat, but a tiny sting of sadness touched her. When he said 'than any other,' it felt as if he was measuring her against others, rather than seeing her as someone truly unique. She frowned and replied sharply, "More than others, is it? Yes, I suppose I am!" and she walked away with a sulky face.
Arjun stood there, confused. He had meant to praise her, but she had taken it as a comparison. Meera sat by her window, looking at the moon, feeling a little lonely. Her anger wasn't out of hate, but a longing to be seen as incomparable. Later, Arjun came to her and softly said, "I didn't mean to compare you, Meera. I meant that no one else even exists in my eyes when I look at you."
Realizing his true intention, Meera's frown melted into a smile. They learned that true love doesn't need comparisons; it only needs to recognize the soul.
