A Hunch or Conscience?

Life has always been grooming you for what it had in its bag. An unhurt divination guides or rather takes you in its realms. The language only you sense, apprehend. Not in words thence refers to no thought and difficult to express in words. Impossible to understand without experience as it is a perpetual experience. Subtler than an emotion. To some, it’s an image of parallel worlds. There’s none. And an imagination is not the experience. It’s nothing like a hallucination. No face, no identity, not even human, living or non-living. Existential facts are essentially the matter of experience and not of ratiocination. Your surrender to it.. is not decided by you is another fact. In a way, it’s not a compulsive act either rather it yields up all forms of acts with utter ease. The authority has all controls. Where could you find a mightier, trustable, unfailing guidance and auspices!

Agreed. I am not too wealthy or modern to keep my house stuffed with all the latest gadgets, not a genius or endowed with any verbal ability or command over the language. Still, scarcity has been felt only with wrong people. With wrong people everything becomes wrong. And I don’t worry about what is right. Never have discovered any defined rule that truly exists or is followed. Rather, I pay heed to how and when something becomes right.

The journey has more to do with the inner growth rather than the outer one. To work upon weaknesses and find the strength that prepares for the next challenge life brings. Never quit. The difference between taking up a challenge calmly and quietly and becoming quiet out of quitting is huge. A challenge means increased pace and a leap forward. If you are not capable, it won’t get to you. A rare blessing it is that you deserve and must take up. Right or wrong each move is worth making. I am grateful for each and every support that blows in. The bedrock has been overlaid.


Photograph: Smita Ray