The Sensitive Plant: Touch me not!
Sensitivity could make us delicate or otherwise callous. While it is one of our innate quality, it can be hugely influence by occurrences and changes in the body. Now, plucking the leaves of the Sensitive Plant, without letting it fold inward or droop in, wasn’t easy. It required lots of accuracy in approaching and moving
One More Step: Closer
On a foggy winter morning, getting up from a warm bed wasn’t easy. It is easy surrendering ourself to sleep inertia. “Get up now. It’s devotion time,” said my parents. Devotion, that’s how we say it locally. It basically involved going to church or prayer house for giving thanks and praying. Although it was a
A Thankful Heart – 2
“Papa, I have something for you in my bag. We have to give thanks,” he said. He was smiling bright as usual. “Let me see?” “Not now, when we get home.” We climb up the stairs until we reach our floor. Once inside, he opens his school bag and showed me a ‘Certificate of Merit’
Selfishness and Sufferings
There is no exception to our selfish ambition while in sufferings. Selfishness needs to be tamed, and that’s the hard part. Selfishness resulted in suffering. And it is true the other way round. They go hand in hand yet they should not be together as selfishness would cause greater sufferings. Here we will talk about
A Thankful Heart – 1
“Lord, thank you for letting me use a normal and functioning brain, for more than three decades now.” I uttered silently, as tears rolled down my parched cheeks. It was a moment of great joy for me. Never before in my life, I thank God for a particular organ functioning in my body. It was
The Fumigated Room
They have fumigated the place with certain chemicals. I did not enquire about the chemicals they used. It was nothing unusual. It is a hospital so they are sterilizing the place. At first, my nose easily detects, for me, the unusual smell. In a day or two, I’d get used to it. Peeking back, we
The Passenger Seat
“Hit the brake now, Papa!” exclaimed my son, few times, on our way back home from his school. He was sitting deep, beside me, in the passenger seat. I was well aware that he was unable to see from my point of view. Each time he reminded, I’d told him, “Okay son, thank you for
In The Drivers’ Seat Again
There was a date with an asterisk mark in my journal. It must be a day with significance, I thought, so I looked back on that particular day: On that day, it was written, I buckled in the drivers’ seat again and drove my way to church. Few things I had noted down on the
Conforming or Not
We know it was risky and he too was well aware of it, I believed. He came running to leap forward and jump into the river bank below. But then, he stopped at the edge of the river wall about fifteen meters high. “Jump! Jump! Jump! You can do it,” we shouted. We cheered him