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Power of Prayers


After the turbulence reached a crescendo in my mind last evening, I decided to take matters back into my hand. There has been loss, yes, but there has been more than fair share of happiness too. At a complete loss of direction, I sat down in my bed, wrapped myself around me and prayed, like never before, for peace. After nearly 30 minutes of washing away the pain in tears, I felt a sense of relief. I picked up the phone to call th two people who had suffered the brunt of my madness and reassured them of my calm. Then, the lights went out.

Startled back into reality, I heard the sound of the winds gushing in the room from every side of my closed room. When I made my way up the staircase to the terrace, I saw the first rain of the year, on my mother's birthday. As someone who has always associated the rain with The Divine Mother's spirit, it was such a blessing. It felt so hugely cathartic to be in Her presence. The rain washed away my tears and cleared me of all my misery. As I looked up at the skies and smiled, I felt the damp wind envelop me.

And that's how I made my peace with what could have been, clearly, a severe bout of insanity. Strange, the language of the universe. It speaks to us in its mysterious languages and should we bother to talk back, they rush down to our every beck and call and rescue us from ourselves and bring us back to the rhythm of the life. So here I am again, amidst the world and its woes, draped in a precious nine-yard gifted with pure, innocent love of two of the most blissful lives I have known with hands folded in prayer for a hundred others. I love you Mom and Dad, I hope I always make you proud.

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  1. RanjanFebruary 12, 2011 at 11:41 PM

    You will always make them proud.. and though I have my fair share of similar doubts or hope, I do find myself at some point or the other reassured of the fact that she will always be proud of me.. and so will they be of you..

    may the universe talk to us in its mysterious ways, always..

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  2. Silent SensationsFebruary 24, 2011 at 10:00 AM

    I sincerely hope the word or the vibes reach them. You made me believe that you could lose nothing unless you WANTED to. Goes true with you. Up above the world so high, like two diamonds in the sky they shine down on you. And YOU my mommy, are their luminescence put together... Proud to be your girl!

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