IF THE SOUL HAS TO SPEAK
“Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak.” Ma Jaya Sati Bhgavati I t’s a week now, and I haven’t written a word. Unusual? Yes and No. If I have given to people around me the impression, that writing is like breathing to me, then, it does seem unusual whenever I don’t write… “How can you stop breathing?” I hear people around me asking… Or, is it just, that I am hearing? Frankly, if I don’t write for a few days, or weeks, or months – or never write at all – how does it matter? Who cares? The thought in my head, that when I write, the lives around me brighten up is like the lightning bug who goes around with his bloated head, saying: “Hey, people are able to see because of me!” It’s also like that donkey who carries the sandalwood load proudly, claiming, “Hey, I give the world the finest fragrance!” N othing is ‘unusual’ about our conscious silence… I may think, that I have a thousand stories to tell or a million disagreements to register… but, wh...