A child points finger to this and
that and looks at the elder. The elder smiles and describes the world around.
Slowly the child learns what a
tree is, a cat is, a dog is, a bus is, a cycle is. And life sets off like a
meandering river through an unknown dense forest.
By the time the elder
disintegrates in the whirlpool of time, the child assumes the form of the
elder. And life goes on.........
Time is a mighty wave that changes,
evolves, annihilates and also creates.
Happy time, sad time, future
time, past time, present time - so many dimensions and definitions of time can construct
a chequered life and then assimilate everything leaving little trash. We run with time and gasp for breath. We
dreamily wait for a pinkish future time and move ahead reposing our all faith
in the providence.
Our faith is in the mystery of
time. So on the Sivaratri we light a lamp; we light candles before the
crucified son of God; we face in the direction of the Kaba shrine and chant the
prayer; we toll the bell in the name of Budha and meditate and wait till our
time ends........
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