While living in Switzerland, I used to go for long walks. I walked along lakes, through vineyards, under the shadow of mountains, and along small streams. One thing which accompanied me on my walks was divine beauty; everywhere and in every corner. I enveloped all my walks and kept them secured and safe in a deposit called the heart.
This is a personal post for my readers who all love reading my blog.
I am glad to announce the birth of our daughter, our first child, Chirantana on the 18th of November, 2015 in Switzerland. Chirantana means existence forever or immortal. It is not easy to pen down the feelings of becoming a mother. So many emotions merge into one.
I started blogging on14th June, 2013 and am continuing so far. Today, when I look back, I feel good, happy and content. I never knew before that writing and expressing one’s mind can work as therapy amidst a busy life. This blog has truly become my friend. It fulfills my constructive and creative spirit.
Sun drenched mornings that bask in the golden sunshine, walking with the tweeting and chirping birds, adorned with a shimmering blue sky above, filled with fragrances from rose, jasmine, violet and that of lily and the soothing breeze caressing it with tender touch, are indeed invigorating and exquisite. But did you ever feel the loneliness of the sky in such mornings? It shimmers yet remains quiescent, it is charming yet motionless. I feel the sky wait for her beloved in those mornings. But whom does the sky love?
Whatever happens, life continues. All of us experience various moments – moments of joy, grief, pleasure, achievement, satisfaction, stress, relief and so on. None of them, except death, can ever bind us to it forever. At times, a grief-stricken person may feel that life has ended, but in reality that person moves on. Time eases memories and that’s why we can live. Perhaps time is the only weapon which life uses to make us comfortable.
The green leaves of the tall trees were blowing with the wind from left to right. The gray sky was dramatic. I opened my window and stood still as if a thick curtain had fallen over my mind and shut me out from those unending contradictions of life. Never has that curtain dropped so heavy and blank before. My restless quest of meaningful life came to a halt for some time. My mind was certainly refreshed by the gush of cold wind and small rain droplets. An amazing feeling indeed!
Philosophy of life to me is a journey towards the end. From a zygote to a full-fledged fetus and then from a full-grown human being to ashes. Apparently it may seem too much a pessimistic view of life, but this is the truth with a caveat. Within this travel all of us follow several journeys.