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#SS 61/100/2020
Chatting with my sister on WhatsApp.
Speaking with her over the mobile.
Daily. Twice Daily.
About our daughters, her son, our husbands, our mum, Covid-enforced separation amongst families, job losses, mental anguish amongst friends, unexplainable turn of events..
And we have realised, have been realising, over our lifetimes, that,
It’s no point waiting for a better time,
Or for next week when this will tide over,
Or tomorrow when everything will be put to rest,
But
Instead to grasp it by the arms,
Grab it by the shoulders,
Wrestle with it, or Embrace it,
And ride the rollercoaster, heave up, down, slide left, right on the boat over the rocky waters.
We have friends, family, in so much of pain, heartbreak.
What can we/I say? To ease their sorrow.
Karma?
Let go let God?
Life is an illusion, a drama, we are actors?
Things can only get better?
We have no idea. We can only hope, pray.
So we listen,
While we talk, while they talk,
We offer a hand, an arm, a hug,
We let them rant, rave, cry, ask Why? as many times as they need to,
And with our silence, we offer solace,
With our voices, we assure them of our support,
With our food, we nourish their souls,
With our prayers, we heal, not them, but ourselves as we strive to find That Peace within, so that we may remain unperturbed by what’s outside us, and that they may derive strength from our strength.
We will become reconciled to the fact that
We are walking, trudging, ploughing, running, plodding, skipping on this
Path, on a Journey.
Signposts on either side of this path read Life 1.0, Life 2.0, Life 1023.5..?
The destination, is, but a speck on the horizon.
Life is that muddled walk on that Path and not that static location. How we decide to walk, with bare feet, jandals, branded sneakers, heels, canvas shoes, is solely up to us,
We are reminded to stop sometimes, smell the roses, splash in that stream..
Then continue,
Mindfully..
Draped in a light purplish kanjivaram silk with orange and gold pallu and borders. With a mismatched orange and brown checked blouse. No, the original blouse is tattered and does not fit. This was randomly sewn and fits occasionally.
A few days ago. Tired after a Long Long day.
Gifted by a lovely artist friend (who passed away due to the Big C), on the occasion of her son’s wedding almost 20 years ago.
Bavani’s Happy Place 