understanding and misunderstanding.

          People of different types live in one place and wonder why others are not like them. They have different tastes and desires and wonder why other person does not exhibit the same type of attitude and behaviour as they used to show. People have this same question all ways in mind , they try to understand and try to misunderstand others, and find joy in doing so.

     People all ways find joy in underestimating others, and find elevated by showing their bit of knowledge which is superior to others.  This is far visible more in religious wisdom just like any discipline or subject, or politics or whatever it is.  People find its great to show their wisdom more superior to others. and thus learn to look down at others who are lesser in knowledge.

 Not knowing that every one has a talent or potentiality  which cannot be compared with others, even in this field they do face competitors. who would beat them out.
    
     What we do know is limited, it either lesser or greater than others, our views of life, opinion of others is differ from others. Life is not same to every one. Each one is influenced by number of otherways which has no resemblances at all. 
    
     To find one single person in life who think like us, or feel like us, or see and understand things like us is almost impossible, but if we only could find one single person like that, the companionship with such person is heaven like.  We call such person as our 'soul mate' . This is possible one in hundreds. 

     The only person who could understand us even before we open our mouth to speak, only one person who sees things in different way than us, but yet loves us in spite of it, who feels like us when we are hurt and offended and bruised is the one who loves us in truth is the one , the only ONE is Jesus. 

   You may ask me how do I know this? How do I know that He understood me even before I uttered one word to Him, How do I know that He loves me in spite of feeling different and never belittle me, inspite of my flaws?

     Tell me how you can tell that mother loves the baby in her lap? how do you know that a sweet little rose is loved by the butterfly ? How do you know the sunshine has so many colours ? 

  We know , yes , we just we know, by the mothers touch her look her smile reveals her love to the baby as to us; when we go into the presence of Him , immediately we know that He is there and He knows how we feel what we feel and that we know He understood us, and that He answers us.

        Yes, He talks to us, and we can hear Him when He talks, we know His presence, we just know it ,just as we know that orange is sweet, grape is sour, and rose smells heaven.... we know it. 

     Not knowing His presence, His words, His assurance of love is Hell. People are groping in darkness not knowing whom to trust and whom not believe and thereby they misunderstand everything in life and live miserably.

       

In the Lap of Mother Nature-my childhood

                         O Neele parvothonki dhaara, aaye dundule kinara badi dhoorse-sab ko sahara chaahiye...!!!
                       My childhood song.. ringing in my mind, seeing those beautiful tall majestic dark mountains in distance, I sat at the window of the Airoplane looking down at the Globe from which we took off a few minutes back.  The white clouds and gray clouds everywhere standing still and looking down at the small toy like cars , people and skyscrapers scattered all over the receding ground.
                                The Aircraft zooming and shooting into the thin air steadily and swiftly.
    The little girl who was fond of these white clouds was there in front of my closed eyes. How I loved those white clouds at the age of four years, I thought of them some things to eat, like the cycle walla used to bring sugar candy every day calling,Peechu Mithai.. all the children gather around him to have stick of that sugar candy I imagined the clouds up above the sky also must be tasty just like this sugar candy, and I used to dream that I was walking on those clouds eating them now and then.

                                 The taste of clouds was real in my dream they were like cream on the milk sweet and nice.  And there were white little flowers on our terrace, they were  just like little dishes, with a small spot in middle of those creamy white petals. I used to pluck them and bring them down to my bed and stare at them for a long time, admiring the beauty of those little flowers. clouds and little dish white flowers were my friends I could talk to them and tell them stories which nobody knew and listen to the stories they tell me with keen eyes concentrating on them.

                                     The little stars were a wonder to me, why they were twinkling like that, why some of them are too bright and some of them not so bright? I do not know. Sometimes I wondered whether those stars are really sitting in one place or moving slowly in some direction? I wanted to test so lieing down on the mat on the terrace beside my mom and aunty, I used to concentrate on one particular star, staring at it hardly, I used to feel that it was moving, but its not moving staring and I go into deep sleep at one point.

                    When I was on the bike of my dad I used to look up into the sky and look at moon  was after me running to catch me. wondered why moon is running like that.

    I was in   5th class , our house was on the banks of the canal. which was flowing fully , the banks were full of green pastures., we used to walk on the pasture while looking at the glazing water, the sun reflects into the water and the small waves used to give gret reflection on our faces. One of my friend told me those were the dead fish on the water. I wondered whether I can catch them.. any time

,               .There were palm trees, on rainy day we used to get one big black Palm fruit for a KAANI , the Kaani is a coin of copper, there were two types one is a round one another was a round one with a hole in it.We used to buy one fruit with that kaani and bring it to home to burn it in the fire where we used to cook food.  The taste of the yellow juice in that big black fruit was so good. After we ate it, in fact we used to lick the juice with our hands and tongues, the seed would be hidden in a mound of clay, after a few days we used to dig it and break the seed and used to eat the white pulp in side, it was so sweet and yummy.


The canal was such a beauty, there used be big boats, some times the boats were anchored in front of our house in the water. The families used to cook on the boat, and eat food.  My dad used to bring up a beautiful garden in the home, with all the fruits and vegetables and flowers. There were Tenkeis, Roses of all colors, jasmins, chrysanthemum,r