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BE A RAINBOW IN SOMEONE ELSE'S CLOUD

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“T he most important trip you may take in life,” Henry Boye said, “is meeting people halfway.” When I look closely at the nature of our existence, it strikes me, that we all are strangers meeting halfway along our journeys… No matter who they are – our parents or spouses, our children or grandchildren… clients, borrowers, lenders, neighbors, strangers, friends or enemies… yes, whosoever they are… we all have met halfway – somewhere along – our respective journeys… And, the closer I look at it clearer it becomes to me… that, it is the simple, random – spontaneous – act of kindness from our hearts that makes our life journeys fruitful. If I have touched many lives through my own random acts of kindness... so have others done to me. Neither have I kept the count of my kindness acts nor have others. Our acts of kindness are like the wild seeds of a jungle… We simply drop them, here and there, as we journey along… And, when time comes, these seeds grow into mighty o...

THE EVERYDAY CHRISTMAS

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Pic.: Nicole Gubin “He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.” Roy L. Smith   “H appy Christmas to you,” a friend of mine wished me today, “in advance.” “Right in time, not in advance,” I said spontaneously to my friend, “Thank-you so much and wish you the same.” My friend, though was puzzled a bit on my unusual response, “seemed to have gotten the meaning quickly.” Why do we wait for the Christmas to come on 25 th December? Why do we wait to celebrate… attend the midnight-mass wearing our X’Mas best? Why can’t this day be a Christmas day? Why can’t this day be a day of Christmas-mass and celebration? Why can’t every star in the sky be the star of Bethlehem? Why can’t the sweets and wine, the hugs and kisses… why can’t the jingle-bells, silver-snow and reindeers … the Santa, yes, why can’t all of these be the part of my daily life? Why don’t I feel the presence of baby Jesus every day? Why should sweets, cakes...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...