With the whole world sustained in her arms and its beauty expressed in her eyes, she celebrates life by preaching and protecting her nurtured seedlings.
Oblivious to her own inherent deep seated ambitions and needs, she inexplicably sets herself upright every time to sooth the turbulence and set the pulse rate going for her offshoots. Coming close to being a stickler she not only manages to grasp their ineffable gestures but also understands and reads through their incessant thoughts. As if there was never a need for verbal expression.
Although discrete in nature yet very much connected through roots is how they are woven into a wheel by her. Devotion, commitment, trust, belief, dispassion and faith: all seem to be deriving their meaning from this thread.
What is it if not pure embodiment of love? Is service before self her motto? How can something be so invaluable that there exists no word, no phrase and no language as to define its flow?
Saluting this lady who bestows the gift of life is something I wanted to do for a long time.
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5 comments:
Beautifully explained the aura of love.
Keep them coming:)
Cheers
Hey.. excellent writing.. the way you pick up the nuances is amazing... keep up the good work...it was a treat reading this piece... and yes.. i dint find it vague :)
Thanks Sandeep and Anushree.
You both have certainly pepped me up to come up with more write ups :)
Very neat. the thing i liked is that u have kept it short and lucid. with each passing day you are becoming an incredible writer. just keep those coming. :)
:) :) :) :) :)
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