At Nilgiris
The security man felt insecure when we entered the store.
So he followed us.
ALL BEAUTY in the world is either a memory of Paradise or a prophecy of the transfigured world. ~ Nicholas Berdyaev, The Divine and the Human
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Food
I did not really realize untill recent that food matters to me that much. I always could eat almost anything as long as I was not hungry. I did not really care as long as it was warm, with some salt and with some tomatoes along on the side. Until recently couple of afternoons I was in a prickly mood. When I thought of the reason I recognised that I was craving for the food that I liked and was used to.
I want to be saved of this misery (prickly mood) and be able to just eat so that I can live, and not let the food make my day.
Mean
They did not know that already in the age of six and seven they were so mean and cruel. They called ugly mean names that would cripple one's life for many years, inplanting low self-esteem and self discontent. And it would take years and lots of love, if found, to grow in confidence of self and to walk in the fullness of character.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Saturday, August 05, 2006
The Mosaic of Life
I met this little girl several times on the court later in the evenings. The first day she stood behind the metal fense, curiously watching me. I could not hold the smile, she smiled in return. Next time she sat beside me. We could not have a conversation because we did not know each other's language.
Two weeks later she ran to meet me, again on the same place. She was all smile. Her hair was completely shaved, which made her beautiful dark eyes even bigger. She quietly sat near me. I reached out and gave her something, I think it was a silly chewing gum, the only thing I had. She accepted it and smiled.
We quietly watched the game on the court. Occasionally I looked at my little companion and she would grant me with a sincere smile.
When the game was over one of the boys translated for me that the girl's father passed away and that is why her head was shaved, according to the tradition.
I thought of life's mosaic. It is like a patchwork quilt - joy and sorrow at the border, just a thin thread separates, stitching it all together into one piece that constitutes one's unique life-destiny.
Girl's smile in the midst of loss that late evening allowed me to see one patchwork quilt. It was beautiful.
I met this little girl several times on the court later in the evenings. The first day she stood behind the metal fense, curiously watching me. I could not hold the smile, she smiled in return. Next time she sat beside me. We could not have a conversation because we did not know each other's language.
Two weeks later she ran to meet me, again on the same place. She was all smile. Her hair was completely shaved, which made her beautiful dark eyes even bigger. She quietly sat near me. I reached out and gave her something, I think it was a silly chewing gum, the only thing I had. She accepted it and smiled.
We quietly watched the game on the court. Occasionally I looked at my little companion and she would grant me with a sincere smile.
When the game was over one of the boys translated for me that the girl's father passed away and that is why her head was shaved, according to the tradition.
I thought of life's mosaic. It is like a patchwork quilt - joy and sorrow at the border, just a thin thread separates, stitching it all together into one piece that constitutes one's unique life-destiny.
Girl's smile in the midst of loss that late evening allowed me to see one patchwork quilt. It was beautiful.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
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