Life is not always easy going. Its hard and harsh to most of the people, especially in my country. Our lives have become a blur and no one can see clearly. There is no certainty, no contentment and what people actually wait for is for the worst to come! There is fear in the hearts of mothers and no one knows what to believe. Our traditions are ruined, our peace destroyed. The land of hospitality, now no longer trusts its own people. But hope still lingers, it finds its way through the door of a child still ready to go out and play, a womb ready to give its first fruit with all the good dreams still alive, the peace and joy of every evening prayer of thanks for survival. True it is, that as long as life remain, hope of the silver lining stays with each heart where goodness stays.
No doubt, the overall gloom has cast a shadow on the horizon, but the chuckle of a baby is still powerful to lift the horrible burden of worries off the shoulders of all who surround the cradle. The innocent questions of a toddler are enough to drive all the tension away, the blooming flower in the garden, the chirping of a small bird on a short branch of a neem tree, the rushing sound of a river, the unity of roar in a stadium, the silence of the night, the shine of the stars, all these things in the world around us are happening in a rhythm. A rhythm that connect us all and heal our weariness. Knowing that you are alive is knowing for the best. There is so much bad in the world but what we must know for the best is that this blur is there to trick us in gloom, while goodness is waiting at the door, willing to brighten our dark images. All we need to do is acknowledge it!
