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Is it the nomadic spirit, floating directionlessly as clouds in the misty and hazy sky, endlessly seeking a home?

Is it the child in winter cold, numb face and fingers, seeking warmth in thy embrace, seeking home?

Is it one of those memories in graveyards arising like ghost on a nomoon night, possessing a sober man to dance in madness?

Is it in home, that exists a longing, so insatiable that can make the unrequited love – insignificantly, significant?

Ps: More Indian women need to be told this when they are getting married- Remember, you can always come home.

Inspired by:
“Remember you can always come home…” Maya Angelou, Letters to my younger self.

 I loved you before the sun was shining.
 I love you before the moon took over.
 I loved you before the earth got its shape.
 I loved you before the time existed.
 I have love you beyond the lifetimes.
 I loved you in the past eons.
 I know I have loved you since eternity.
 I will continue loving you till infinity. 
 Time plays its part, our souls meet and depart.
 But love is implanted in our souls and hearts! 

Nothing comes from nothing.
Underlying the stories that we tell ourselves and the stories that others tell us about ourselves is the essence of who we are. At some point in time, we realise that we seek something which will fill the void or emptiness that exists in us.
I recognised that and associate it with a feeling of warmth and affection. Symbolic of “home”. Most of us live life as it comes, in the world of our whims and fancies. Jumping from one experience to another, from one emotion to another, assuming, that one day we will attain what we are looking for. We continue in routine, clinging frantically to people, memories, habits, thoughts and feelings. Overly attached to the outcomes. Not discerning that every action and thought is a Karma. We conclude that we make decisions, however, it is our decisions(of past present and future) that actually “make” us.

It is an eternal quest. Perhaps, it is more about internalization. A voyage, a homecoming to self. When we expose ourselves to teachings and spiritual practices, we experience an upward thrust. We enjoy the sweetness. Through these practices, we extricate ourselves from obsessive thoughts and emotions. We identify the alignment of our continuous actions. This can be compared to the ripening of fruits. Metaphorically, we ripen from inside, we become sweeter in our very existence.
Thus this life changes from inside to out. It is like reviving our essence. The use of spiritual practices, make us more aware. To remain in awareness can be very simple at the same time challenging. Meditation is one of the tools that helps us to ripen and releases obsessive clinging to materialistic things, to accept whatever comes, comes and whatever goes, goes. It results in an exalted state of awareness. The highs are not too high and lows are never too low.
A sense of “being in the eternal now” prevails. Our stereotypical concept of “who we think we are”, vanishes. It is like letting go of little bits of ourselves every day.
Mindfull living is about living in the now and identifying the presence within. It is souls’ homecoming.

We love the notion of love. More than the person, it is our idea of the person that we love. Have you ever noticed why popular love stories, like Heer Ranjha, Romeo Juliet, and others are so famous? They are immortal and timeless romances. There must definitely have existed those whose love was fiercer. Those who overcame all the impediments in their path. To be in the embrace of their beloved. Those who managed to win and marry their love. So why their stories fade away in history? Why their names are forgotten and no lovers swear on them?
It must be the unrequited love and the separation that makes these stories live forever. The catastrophe, the sadness and the fear or pain of abandonment, that continues to  live in the generations, even after the people seize to live. So, isn’t it the pain which is more of an inspiration for man than love is?

The journey is not smooth. I see the contours. I struggle to hold tight. Navigating directions and self imposed boundaries. Maneuvering my life towards what seems a destination.