"We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to grow, to love . . . and then we return home"
- Aborigine
Saturday, May 27, 2006
A mother crying, her son consoling her, "Papa will be fine soon". Some holding back tears, some writing the name of their respective god in notebooks. Some meditating on beads. Each praying in his own way to postpone the inevitable end.
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prayers, fingers of hope that we hold on to as we walk falteringly like a toddler on the rough road...and though we fall time and again, we do make it to the other end. hope everything is fine...
4 comments:
prayers, fingers of hope that we hold on to as we walk falteringly like a toddler on the rough road...and though we fall time and again, we do make it to the other end. hope everything is fine...
sab thik ho jaayega
hey Bhagyalaxmi, how are you? And howr u doin Seema kutty?
soulitary reaper - yups we never learn to give up :)
Seema - Daru peene se phursat mila
SwB - Hey dude I am doing great.
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