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Daily Prompt- I Want to Know What Love Is

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Daily Prompt- I Want to Know What Love Is

Love is an amalgam of many emotions. It has different meaning for different persons.

One thing is certain that love is the binding force between every creature in this universe.

“The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I’d hoped to give you forever.” ―Nicholas Sparks

I can’t define what love is but I can definitely say what is not love.

 

प्यार

प्रेम क्या है मुझे पता नहीं प्रेम क्या नहीं है वो बताती हूँ |

प्यार रास नहीं,रंग रोमांस नहीं
मन में पल भर को उठा
कोई खुमार नहीं|
प्यार सौदा नहीं,कोई व्यापर नहीं
तू ना दे तो में ना दूं
ऐसा कारोबार नहीं|
सृष्टि बस मेरी,किसीऔर का अधिकार नहीं
जब हो सोच ऐसी
फिर तो वहां प्यार नहीं|
प्यार अकृतज्ञता नहीं
इर्ष्या और स्वार्थ नहीं
कटुता और हिंसा से
इसको सरोकार नहीं|
इसके बाद जो भी बचे वोही तो प्यार है
तुम स्वयं प्यार हो बाकि सब बेकार है|

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https://flowersandbreezes.wordpress.com/2015/03/14/what-love-is/

Some people come into our lives, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never the same.

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Writing 201: Trust

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Writing 201: Trust– Day 3 is here — and so are questions of trust, acrostics, and internal rhymes.

 

I learned from my pet,                                                 ma14 (2)

How to love without affectation,
Trust without calculation,
Friendship without discrimination,
How to get adulation without manipulation
To forgive and forget without reservation.

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Love, trust, compassion

Synonymous with friendship

True friends are  a bliss

Daily Prompt- For Posterity

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Daily Prompt- For PosterityYour blog just became a viral sensation. What’s the one post you’d like new readers to see and remember you by? Write that post.

Wow! That’s a good news. I would like my new readers to read and remember me by the following post.

PLEA OF A CHILD

I am born innocent, full of love and peace.

I am born neither Hindu, Muslim, Christian nor Sikh, Jain or Buddhist.

You brand me with a label of religion without me knowing what a religion is.

Instead of teaching me love, friendship, compassion and compatibility, you teach me to hate people of other religions.

You teach me to hate people of other religion, ideology , colour, caste and creed.

I request all the teachers, parents and elder person, please stop teaching me anything.

There will be differences between us as no two people can think alike but we will manage.

We will play, fight and make up if we are not taught to carry on fights on the basis of ego and arrogance.

If you stop fighting with each other and start living in peace and harmony we will automatically learn that.

If you will give respect to people of other religion, caste and creed, you will not have to bother with teaching me anything as we children are  incarnation of love and peace.

The Child-Angel

They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end
to their wrangling.
Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my
child, unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.
They are cruel in their greed and their envy, their words are like
hidden knives thirsting for blood.
Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child, and let
your gentle eyes fall upon them like the forgiving peace of the
evening over the strife of the day.
Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the meaning
of all things; let them love you and thus love each other.
Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my
child. At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming
flower, and at sunset bend your head and in silence complete the
worship of the day.

‘Rabindranath Tagore’

Be the Change-Spread Peace and Love

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Be the ChangeWhat change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?

How I would like to bring religious harmony without any interference and forceful imposition of one’s faith on others, spread love, peace and remove racism from this world by my blog.

I mostly write about peace, love, friendship, understanding, etc., and love to imagine that my blog will make at least a tiny change in the world.

The problem is my friends who read my blog are already blessed with unprejudiced thoughts and qualities, are friendly, loving, caring and peaceful people. They themselves are trying to enlighten people about love and peace with their writings, trying to make people happy with their witty and humourous writing.

Terrorists, criminals and religious heads, those who are busy making our life hell by spreading violence and hatred in the name of religion for their selfish reasons,never ever visit my blog. Even if some of them by chance read, they never will change their ways or thinking. Actually no one can change a person by preaching if he/she doesn’t want to change himself.

But one thing is sure by writing whatever I have in my mind I feel liberated and light-headed. This makes me happy. A happy I can make people surrounding me happy, they in their turn will make others happy.

I hope my blog will start a chain reaction in the world and bring satisfaction to my mind.

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Weekly Photo Challenge- Warmth

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Weekly Photo Challenge- Warmth

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Grandpa and grand daughter

grandpa and granddaughter

I can’t resist posting these photos .

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Image source- Healing into wholeness

Healing into wholeness

Image source- Healing into Wholeness

 

Weekly Photo Challenge- Humanity

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Weekly Photo Challenge- Humanity

 

 

 

 

Five Sentence Fiction – Conflict

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Five Sentence Fiction – Conflict

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Long sessions of meditations, satsang( company of pious people seeking truth) and introspection made me think that all my inner conflicts have vanished , I have learned to control my anger, and peace and calmness dawned on me.

 

I accepted that God has given us so many ups and downs in life to make us tough.

 

I realized that all religions teach same virtues love, compassion, kindness, harmony and compatibility and only some intolerant of follower spread hate and disturbance for their personal gain and power.

 

I understood completely that anger and greed are the biggest enemies and empathy and forgiveness are our biggest friend and liberate us.

 

But…when I read about rapists, terrorists and people who commit heinous crimes, through acid on others, oppress weak and poor, all thoughts of forgiveness evaporated, I wished I could make them stand in a line and shoot them, some people don’t deserve to live.

 

Five Sentence Fiction- rain

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Five Sentence Fiction – Rain

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The first shower of the season made me nostalgic,  I went out to get some fun and drench as I did in the  childhood.

My neighbors, hearing me sneezing hard poured advises, like what should I do and what should I take.

Mrs. Ayer brought black pepper Rasam, a good cure for cold she informed while Mrs. Gupta was ready with ginger tea and  did not rest until they have made me change my wet clothes and wrapped me with the blanket.

They started telling each other  all sorts of stories about how a simple cold can cause pneumonia or some other dangerous disease if not treated properly and one even recited how her distant relative died after suffering from a simple looking cough and cold.

Between all this hullabaloo one things became clear that everyone is a doctor of some sort and my neighbors, my true friends, loved and cared for me and I, a 70 years old,was not a lonely and abandoned  person in this world.

 

Writing 101, Day Ten: favorite childhood meal

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Writing 101, Day Ten: Happy (Insert Special Occasion Here)!  –

 

Tell us about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory.

Free free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.

You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.

– Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird

 

Festival Food

The first though that comes with the childhood meals is food cooked by my mother. She was an excellent cook. She tried to learn new dishes to perfection to make us happy and stick to home food. Sweets, snacks, even simple food such as rice and dal made by her were delicious.

There are so many festivals in India and every festive meal has to be different according to season, availability of vegetables and fruits at that time. The best part in any festival was the arrival of my mausi(mother’s sister) with her three children. There was not much difference in our age so we were like friends.

Mausi will relieve my mother from cooking that day and ask us our favorite item and cook. She was a total contrast to my mother. Mother was loving, caring but strict and mausi was fun loving, cracking jokes and made us laugh all the time. She could not say harsh words to anyone.Our cousins were like her. Whole day we will sing, dance, play games, we really use to have great time.

I have not written anything about food because the fun we had in spending time together was greater than any delicacy of the world. What was cooked was of no importance to us at that age because whatever mausi cooked was heavenly anyway. Still what remembrance of that time still lingers with me is Suzy Halwa (Semolina Porridge) made with pure ghee flavored with elaichi decorated with lots of dry fruits which she called MohanBhog (Sweet made for Lord Krishna) was really great. I think, she made it with full attention with lots of love and care for us children was the secret of its heavenly taste.

More than the taste of food time spent with our relatives lingers on in my mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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