Last week we took a break from our hectic schedules - to do a road trip, by car - to Narkhanda - Thanedar - Chail and back. Far from the maddening crowd, in the silence of the hills - if you keep still enough, you can hear God whispering in the winds. I guess God thinks like a business man - for while he has hectic cities, pirate filled seas & regions of human turmoil like Afghanistan and Pakistan on one hand - he definitely needs to have places like Narkanda to balance out his portfolio. In the deep silences - and the conversations of the non-human world, the soul of the world recuperates - God lies back and enjoys the play and little humans like me find our moorings again.
The wind whistled a tune,
Which the Pine caught on,
And soon across the valley,
A lilting chorus broke out.
The birds joined the melody,
A distant cow added its notes.
In excitement, a few mongrels barked,
And in symphony, a radio switched on.
The blushing sun, now in raptures,
Slipped behind her veils,
While the hills stood tall in applause,
Cheering another glorious day.
Up above, an indulgent Father,
Overlooks the joyful play.
Of His children in gay abandon,
Under His watchful eye.
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