I was dying to write this, even before I finished this book. Usually, it doesn’t happen with me. I take my own comfortable time to articulate anything that I write, but this time it was different. I felt that if I fail to pen my feelings down at this very moment, I won’t be able to write about it in the same manner ever- this feeling won’t sustain. The full story can be read here
Maa..we all are children to god, right ??
God loves equally to everyone?
Then Why our life is so miserable and Theirs not ?
Whom are you talking about?
( He pointed to the house of their sahib )
Shhh….don’t say like this. In fact , by God’s grace our lives are equally well.
From where do you gain the stupid arguments to support your god !
My Child, life is different for different people. Life is not same for everyone. Maybe what is hell for you, is the urge for someone. See, you are so physically well, some people just urge for their hand to work well or legs to work well, to make few comfortable steps. Imagine the pain of such people. Definitely , more than yours!
Yess… I know. But still , why I have to wait for the left over toys, that when they will be thrown off and I will get the chance to play. It hurts me mom.
You are fortunate dear that almighty is giving you the chance to ask something from him. When you will ask anything from him , he will guide you and then you will connect to him.
This connection keeps you close to your heart, dear. There is nothing more valuable than establishing the connection with yourself.
Will this connection solve the miseries of our life?
Off course not, it will not do any miracle . But it will give you the immense strength to overcome the challenges of your life and that will determine the strength of your character.Feel privileged that god has given you the opportunity to polish yourself in your own way. You know sometimes this urge becomes so strong that it will extract the best out of you, if taken in a positive path.
The little kid was not left with any more arguments to defend his point . He slowly walked out of the cottage with his books.
He was trying to reconnect and reconcile whatever his mother just said, when his eyes moved to those lines at the book in his hand “The Lotus flower blooms most beautifully from the deepest and thickets mud ” .
Finally he comprehend what his mother just said and went back to her with satisfaction.