Human moods can turn cloudy or sunny not only according to the weather, but what ever goes around also. Things that happen around us change not only our mood , in lot of ways us too. And what happens to us definitely changes everything. While the dark gloomy days of winter are associated with old age or death, season of spring is associated with youth and love…a dewy freshness, when green twigs start bearing blooms and, everything starts to look beautiful and magical, breathing an enchanting fresh aroma. But this spring is different. All the colours and flowers are there but no life to it . Every thing is locked, like us. Beauty and aroma everything. At least we can not go near it and feel it as we used to. Fear of this infestation is every where and in every body. We have to find the way again to unlock the beauty and happiness.
A Tamil proverb says‘ Love is all important and its own reward.’
One often wonders- Where is this beauty : in beholders eyes ; In his attitude and prejudice towards certain object or in the object itself? And what is love really; merely a physical attraction like bird and bees, or the bonding and moving of heart and soul together…perhaps both!
In fact so much is written and said on the subject; whatever one will write, or think, would fall short. Love is that all encompassing feeling, difficult to fathom… a complex and very gentle and moving moment in one’s life. It has got that ‘Midas touch’ which turns ordinary into very-very special. There are no half ways or shortcuts in its difficult path, except total faith and surrender. Let us celebrate this all mighty, all pleasing love at this difficult moment of time. No I am not frightened, just a little worried as it demands total surrender of one’s ego…complete unity with other soul. For a feeble or a doubting mind it can be quite an empowering and suffocating experience; yet it manages to exist, has existed, pervades all and everyone. With the arrival of spring and all the joyous activities all around us.
Love is a many splendored thing It’s the April rose that only grows in the early spring
Love is nature’s way of giving a reason to be living
The golden crown that makes a man a king
Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still
Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing
Yes, true love’s a many splendored thing
-Paul Francis Webster
Often it is difficult to find a single suitable word to express love; because none is subtle, versatile or intense enough to convey the depth, intensity or the pain and joy…captured in that fleeting fragile moment,
Nature, rejoicing this ‘ Love’ or ‘spring’ with its widest possible panorama. I present this new issue of ‘Lekhni’ to you, though I knows well enough that it is not possible to capture this multi-faced rainbow and its fleeting colours.
Forgetting all the trouble and misery of the man-made world, let us celebrate it, pray that this true love can stay forever in our hearts, in our families , in our society, in this war-torn and virus plagued world. When love enters one’s life, it uplifts the mood and eliminates all sorrows. Things start to fall in right place. Even it leaves one literally paralyzed and dumbstruck by its’ majestic beauty and awe, yet it manages to bring out the best in us ,
Love is a many splendid things
Our time’s need is not hate but this all encompassing love, celebrate and resurrect what we still have, this world may be on the brink of peril , but there still may be a last chance to save it, a ray of hope to enlighten us. Let us care for each other, rejoice with each other, because life is still worth living and so is this good old Earth!