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Itโs the time to say – Thankyou all ๐ for all your insights/support this year.
โLike Lotus with Jasmine
A tender tough dough
havenโt we all turned into Now
a beginning Of shaping
by new rolling pin
Its going to be a fun rollout into Wowโ
28, 29, 30, 31โฆ..๐๐ป
Someone asked me what does paradise or heaven mean to you?
I said paradise is complete sync with nature or maybe itโs the fictional visual of happiness flowing from one life form to another… that softens your heart and is rhythmically charged..feels like one is wandering in dreams.
And if you are asking in context of death, then I suppose to reach heaven it would be related to what you have given.
For e.g Like I love exploring the ancient royal buildings of London city, it draws me in to different flavours of joys, thoughts, inspiration and what not.. so that experience has been offered to me by many from the past, so in that way they have created heaven for me (and like me many other receivers too) so I guess they have reached heaven, for I am sending them love/support/appreciation.
the teachings of your caregivers, infrastructure by builders, books, movies, oh this list is endless…so much can be given..
So I guess if you have been part of offering joy that can be lived even after you have gone, then in a way one has reached heaven right..
I paused
I looked at that someone who asked me this question , and said what do you think?
Someone said – โI really liked what you said. Though Itโs the state of mind when you die, if you are happy at that exit point.. then thatโs reaching heaven, right….โ
I said, โyeah.. that certainly is so simple and trueโ
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A sweet flowing smile
After a
A brief period of time
Is all
That matters
For reaching paradise!
๐ง
we all are always here in form of our offerings , and maybe that defines our state of mind when we become one with divine.
โ๏ธWinter loveโ๏ธ
As the beats goes along
As the beats goes along
The melody in me longs for the song
As the days grows out from gold
As the days grows out from gold
The cold in me longs for the silvery hold
As the winters finds the roses to sigh
As the winters finds the roses to sigh
The fragrance in me longs for every missed try
As the letters builds into mountain of words
As the letters builds into mountain of words
The old story in me longs for the highs of the closest bonds
And then the now hooks
And then the now hooks
The elegance in me longs for good gum boots!
– love always, masuma
Meet the reindeers:
The guide asked the first question to the group of 25 heads, โDo you know the lowest temperatures that the reindeers can withstand?โ
No-one shooked to answer.
A tiny little hand was raised.
And we all looked at her..and she was Zahra.
Hussain, Me and Amreen we all exchanged looks, what is she going to answer, gosh do I have a Matilda growing in my home.. letโs hear
And the guide like all of us was eager to know too and gave her the ๐ค to answer..
Zahra says – โVery very coldโ
To that all of us, smiled, childish deep smiles..and realised how we humans are auto-conditioned to look for precision.. the exact..
Following that, engaging question answer session beganโฆfreely..
Zahru
So it was a day when Zahra dressed in her summer clothes being playful…she is just 2.5 years old.
Sunday afternoon all are relaxed and in the mood of no labour.
She comes in the living room and says I am going to school holding a small toy purse..to which we all said fine no problem..
So she went ahead…
after few minutes we sense that the noise levels have increased..we can hear the cars..
and at instant we all rush to the main door…we see lil zahra on her way to the school…she was still within the premises of our front driveway..
brought back home.
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