“But there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begin.” (Mitch Albom)
One cannot forget mother and remember God. One cannot remember mother and forget God.
Why? Because these two sacred persons, God and mother – partners in creation, in love, in sacrifice, in service – are bound forever, as one.
A short poem as a tribute to all the loving mothers on the occasion of Mother’s Day (which I feel, should be celebrated on every single day of our mortal existence):
“There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen to write.” (William Makepeace Thackeray)
Every sunrise is an invitation for us to rise up from bed and brighten someone’s day.
Sunrise indicates a new beginning, a fresh start. The dawning brings brightness into life and enlivens people to start the day with energy and intensity. Whenever you come across a scenic, beautiful daybreak, you cannot suppress a heavy sigh of happiness. In a way, nature, in the form of sunrise, plays the role of an illusionist from distant lands!
Few thoughts which struck me this morning as the first rays of light defied the rusty grills and bumped into my half-open eyes…
“Flashback To the days when the nights were young Flashback When we could do no wrong Flashback We used to dance to the light of dawn Flashback When our hearts were so strong” (British band ‘Imagination’)
The idol of Goddess Durga standing tall, mesmerizingly beautiful, epitomizing the divine; the sweet scent of flowers, pure and heavenly; smoky atmosphere of burning incense; the familiar beats of dhaak; gleeful children and full-blown adults alike, dancing with burning coconut coirs in a clay pot; crowd dressed in the most glittering finery; mouth-watering dishes, wonderfully decorated lights, and soulful rabindra sangeet.
YES. It is that time of the year again, when the brain gets into a fierce fight with the heart. While on the one hand, work and prospects for a ‘better, brighter future’ keep clouding the mind, on the other, nostalgia attempts to tear the heart apart. Silent sighs and sweet memories are all that one is left with.