PAAS HAI PAR SAATH NAHI




Thank you for gracing my life with your lovely presence;
for adding sweet measure of your soul to my existence."

Richard Matheson


‘Presence’ is a powerful word!

You and I know how we can experience the ‘presence’ of some people in our lives, even though they are not around us physically… They may be thousands of miles away… We may not have met them for decades… They may not be even alive. Yet, they are in our memories – fresh and alive… Our hearts have a special place for these people… The very thought of them fills our being with love and strength!

Life-partners, soulmates, friends, relatives, teachers, students, mentors, classmates, associates, neighours – from whichever sphere these people may come from… but, now, they have come to ‘live’ in our consciousness… We can constantly feel their ‘presence’… And, their presence makes our lives worth living. The thought that they are there for us, with us… Yes, “Thanks for being there” – Have we not said this, often, to some of them?

“Thanks for being there” – not necessarily through their physical presence…

True. ‘Presence’ is a powerful word!




  
Through this lockdown, almost all of us are high on our physical presence. We have never, ever been so close physically in all the years we have lived till now. But, let’s touch our hearts and ask, “Are we high on our emotional presence?”

Paas hai par saath nahi!

We all know what it means… and how it feels!

I think, we all have enough people around us in our lives – friends, relatives, associates, neighbours and so-called well-wishers etc. Yet, we may not feel their ‘presence’… We may not truly feel the whisper or feel like whispering – “Thanks for being there!” … “Thanks for your presence!” …  “Thanks for holding my little finger, always!”

By the way, am I being too sentimental or romantic, here?

Hope, I am not.


GERALD D’CUNHA

Pic.: Sindre Strom

Video: Neil Diamond

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