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One early morning I sat on the steps of the Dashashwamedha Ghat in Varanasi. The sunrise across the Ganga is a super sight. And every day is a new day.
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Not far from me, on either side, sat a couple of people who had come, I presumed, to watch the glorious sunrise and feel the cooling breeze that blew across the river.
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They were in Varanasi, but they had carried with them the burdens of the cities they came from. I wondered if they really saw the golden orb or felt the 'Thandi Hawa'.
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It is interesting to see how many images we create and live with. As a child, I have one image of myself. Then as an adolescent I cultivate another.
Probably imitating the images l admire, the matinee idols, the famous people,the brave adventurers, sometimes even terrorists.
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Probably imitating the images l admire, the matinee idols, the famous people,the brave adventurers, sometimes even terrorists.
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Some grow out of adolescence, some grow up but are still psychologically adolescent. Generally a new image is created to work, to marry, to have children, to save for the future ‘ad infinitum’.
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Then comes old age and the pains and aches and disappointments and unfulfilled desires. The image continues till death destroys all images.
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As I sit in my little garden, all alone, the cool breeze tussles my hair gently, today’s golden Sun appears above the hills, the koel is singing.
Is she chanting the Gayatri? I wonder.
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#SriMSpeaks
Is she chanting the Gayatri? I wonder.
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#SriMSpeaks
Have you wondered about the fact that everyday is a new day?
Or do you compare it with yesterday and allow the pictures of the past to cloud and cover the fresh innocence of today?
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Or do you compare it with yesterday and allow the pictures of the past to cloud and cover the fresh innocence of today?
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Today’s Sunrise is not yesterday's Sunrise.
The hues of orange and pink that nature has painted today, are different from yesterday.
The bird song has a different feel today.
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The hues of orange and pink that nature has painted today, are different from yesterday.
The bird song has a different feel today.
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