Probability of Being

Born in India, my roots were fed with innocent seeds of beliefs and spirituality like most of the children of this subcontinent. And it doesn’t really matter what religion your family is following…the roots and the nourishment remains the same for most of the Indian kids. My elders used to tell me about the auspiciousness of the early hours of the morning..like how if you get up early morning, your senses would be sharp…how the dawn is the most powerful hour when the whole divinity is awakened and is ready to bless anyone who is seeking their blessings. As my fingers started holding a pencil and as I started making some kind of drawings, one such day, inspired by what elders were teaching me, I just got up before the sunrise…took a blank sheet and a pencil and sat outside in the balcony where a rose plant was planted in a broken tin container. There was also a delicate kind of creeper of a mauve- indigo flower (butterfly pea flower or Aparajita in Hindi) …again my first memories of

“Probably we are pilgrims, moving silently in our sleep…as sleepwalkers- for we are scared and maybe embarrassed by our own awakening….”   A bird sings a song because she has a song written in her heart- does she sings it to please the world? Or she sings not knowing why she is singing? Some of us might walk silently like pilgrims walking in their sleep and some of us might find a song in their heart which they will sing whether they are sleep-walking or are awakened… for it’s the song that needs to be sung, and it’s the walk that needs to be walked. And this may be the purpose of every soul who is seeking the source of words that composes the song. Every act in our existence is a manifestation of our seeking…and not knowing about it is the state of sleep many of us enjoy till the moment of awakening. And after that starts the journey to the unknown. coming back after a brief period of what they call it- a writer’s block the above writeup many might find as a heavy dose of philosoph