Each Moment of Kindness and Love Accounts

Shall I call you, sister? She didn't know my name yet she chose this to be my relationship with her. 3 years, we met hardly 4-5 times! 

Our talks lasting a minute or perhaps two, she would be thrilled to talk to me in the midst of her rush hour in the evening. Very fluent in English, good student, and a wanna be entrepreneur for sure, the eyes of the 14 year old said it all. Come what may, she would not miss to ask me - Sister, coffee?. I would smile and say, ' Thanks, next time. '

It was a few weeks past New Year 2020. Since I wasn't regularly going to the main vegetable market, didn't see her that often. As customary, I had bought her gifts and some T-shirts, wasn't finding time.  I was passing by that route, I saw her at her designated place. Call it some intuition, I reached home, quickly took the gifts and walked up to the market. 

Hey, hi dear! She was like, been so long that I saw you, sister. I said, Before I forget, here, these are for you. Hope you like them. She was so happy and excited. He eyes twinkled and as she opened them all, ignoring the curious looks of her fellow vegetable sellers. She loved it all. I will have coffee in this mug, sister. Thank you. She said, Sister, you are kind. Coffee? I smiled and I waved her bye, as it was getting crowded on the street. Unconditional bond that we shared, she owed me nothing. Didn't know that I would never return there for a year. 

Exactly after a year and a few months, the place seemed deserted. Vendors reduced to half the usual numbers. My eyes did search for a glimpse of her pure smile or her family member there. Just feeling hopeful that they are safe wherever they are. 

Also felt nostalgic, her humble nature, her boldness and the self- respect. Moments or minutes spent with people, family or friends or familiar people, might just be the treasure to cherish with gratitude for your lifetime. Be kind, be humble, be love, be genuine. That's what is every moment calling for, just live in the moment. Bless people. 

Become a True Yogi . A Pillar of Humanity.

Photo Courtesy: Isha Foundation, AdiYogi

Daily rituals of acquiring positive energies need dedication

Dedication that seems like an effortless daily chore for a Yogi 

Life shows up progressive changes in the most unexpected forms

Forms that may be invisible to the eye yet  engraved for life in the heart.

The Heart that says yes to changes with thirst for inner peace

Inner peace with which each challenge seems a breeze

A breeze that inspires every breath to seek the purpose

The purpose to be blissful and dutiful to nurture the soul.

The soul of a Yogi yearns the true essence of love and humanity

Humanity that sees beyond the lines that divide countries

Countries together follow ethics of governance for the welfare of all

Welfare that becomes filtered to serve the egoistic interests to warfare.

Warfare brings in destructive silence challenging humanitarian practices

Practices and retaliations that obstruct the source if positive energies

Positive energies yet finds a way as inner engineer to mend the wires

Wires of purity get revitalized and humans come together to witness divinity.

Divinity that sparkles as a spectacle from the sky above to the world as midnight meditation

Meditation together with the mystical theory of pancha bhoota aradhana for yogis

Yogis who take pledge to serve others with love and do daily acts of kindness

Kindness that is a true human virtue beyond caste, creed or religion of people

People who join hands with the mystic to stand together as messengers of world peace

World peace that bombs the evil intensions and showers self-esteem, compassion and care

Care for self and others, proactive deeds and happiness though daily practices by us as a Yogi

A Yogi who does the right thing at the right time to serve the highest good to safeguard human race.

The Surrender to White Grade, Foster's Compassion

She woke up unwillingly because it was White day

How on earth she thought can there be such a terror!

She folded her White dress in a cover and tucked it in the already heavy school bag

Even when the books she took were according to the time table

An extra bag for her lunch box and water bottle and she is ready

The Long ‘Tring’ bell rang and all students at their best, in their seat

The focus on the board while the teacher explained theories were mandatory

Or a chalk piece would come straight onto the distracted, as a reminder

She was an attentive student, humble and always in the good books of all

One could easily get the feel of gentleness from her simple innocent looks

She wished that the hours stretched a little longer than the usual

What if the white class was cancelled if there was a rain shower?

What if the new beast like terrifying figure did not turn up to school?

As the thoughts rolled, time galloped and she saw the fear nearing

There was no excuse of staying back as the rules did not allow so

She changed into the white attire as her fellow girls and followed

She felt a shiver, her nerve pull, her legs pulling her back in her mind.

 Finally the rough, unpleasant voice greeted them all with a smirk

To start with, two big rounds of the playground, move on

She froze to death as it was not her day for sure

She was shown no mercy and she did as the others

When asked for a consideration, by the regular coach

She laughed and said, It is all a lie, all others can do, why not she?

Her class friends empathized but who could afford a low grade standing by the right.

After one round, her breath gave up and she was sweating, yet she never gave up

There was not even an iota of humanity trickling in those pale dead eyes

Finally, she felt the earth stop and she hit the dry grass, thud

At first no one noticed and they were way ahead, then the girls ran back to help

She was slowly lifted and with support brought to the open theatre space

She had slight bruises on her knee but was gasping for breath continuously

 They brought water, sprinkled it on her face, she felt helpless and breathless

Her best friend felt her pain more and was by her side till she came back to normal

The beasty figure looked worried, suggested that she be taken to the resting room

The Bell rang for the lunch break and she went back to her class

The White Day incident was scary yet she thought to keep silent about it

She was really good in her academics, even with lesser grade in Sports, she could manage

The next week, the White day came again but then she was calm

She just wanted to face the fear and allow things to happen the natural way

We cannot change this devil mind, her friends whispered

The schedule all set to begin, she was ready to run for her breath

She closed her eyes, prayed to God, when suddenly she heard her name

Perhaps yet another sneer, she thought so and was all set to jog

She heard her name again, loud and clear, in disbelief, she turned behind

She was told to sit, while the others completed the rounds.

She sat obediently and gratitude to God was pouring in.

The other aerobics sessions were fine and easy for her.

The beast turned an Angel without having to plead or request, she thought.

Compassion blossoms suddenly in the seemingly heartless people.