Hiranmayi

One of the most dreaded word to even pronounce is the general feel with many in large. Death is described as some loss which can never be replaced and not as a parting. Of course , this beautiful word , death has always fascinated me and keep wondering about that most celebrated moment.The game is never complete without the beginning and end with utmost fun, as much as while playing it sportingly. When we decide to move to a new place for a livelihood from our home town, imagine someone, a friend, relative or even a stranger comes forward to offer a place exclusively for us and tells us," It is all yours as long as you wish to be here". We are indeed delighted to accept that offer and with gratitude move into that place and start living there. Over the years , we also start to treat that as our own home and keep continuing to live with all the fun, joy, sorrow, sickness,success etc. When the time arrives for us to leave to back home, what happens?? The clock starts ticking.....

A pond with a whole lot of live plants is a beauty. It attracts the people to stop and admire its beauty. The flowers are the guest houses for the bees and other visitors. There is so much life and freshness. The fragrance of the flowers fill the air. A live plant is an enhancer to the already existing pond. Same plant when it is dead, what a plight it renders! No longer it is called as a plant but regarded as debris. The pond still exists. Fragrance to stink, freshness to dullness. From a pond full of life and activity, when filled with dead plants, it takes the shape of a mortuary. No one would ever wish to visit a pond of mortuary and spend an evening by the side of it. This body is like a pond. keep the plant alive within, let it emanate the fragrance. Your presence in this world with this body is like a pond full of life, freshness and fragrance. Clear the debris within and let it not contaminate the rest. This is a wonderful mobile pond. Unlike the pond that has to wait for the v...