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WHAT IS ESSENTIAL IS INVISIBLE TO THE EYE

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“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly… What is essential is invisible to the eye.” – Antoine de Saint-ExupĂ©ry,  The Little Prince “Y our finger prints are unique… Your voice is unique… You are unique… There is no one in this world that is exactly like you… Because, God doesn’t create duplicates.” Well, I have said this countless times, to countless people, and from countless platforms… But, I did not discover this so-called ‘truth’ about us. I heard it from others and just began to believe in it. And, because I believe in it so much, I keep telling others the same… Yes, with the hope that they, too, would believe in it… Trying to remind someone - ‘You are unique’… ‘You are special’… ‘There is no one in this world that is exactly like you’ etc, etc… can make the fellow feel good. It’s like telling our partner in our intimate moments, “Oh darling, you are so amazing, so, so, so special’! And, it’s like reading Linda Goodman’s c...

WHEN WE READ TOO MUCH INTO OTHER PEOPLE'S SMILES AND HANDSHAKES

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Y ears ago, there were these two popular books - ‘How to Read a Person Like a Book’ (by Gerard Nierenberg) and ‘Body Language’ by Allan and Barbara Pease. It was the time when people – particularly youngsters – were obsessed with reading about their Horoscopes… Linda Goodman’s books – ‘Sun Signs’, ‘Star Signs’ and ‘Love Signs’ were a rage during this time. This was also the time, when people – yes, particularly youngsters – were found obsessed with reading about the Body Language… right from the way you used your hands to the way you sat, walked, slept and even blinked or frowned – yes, everything about your body was supposed to mean something, say something. A few decades later, today, I do not see many people hooked on to these kinds of subjects the way they did once… Linda Goodman, Gerard Nierenberg, Allan and Barbara seem to be authors of another time... This is New Age… People seem to be obsessed with new stuff! But, I still tell young ones, who come to me...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...