Monday, October 04, 2010

The cloud-laden night sky was a peculiar red at four a.m., much too early to get up. And like a dowager gloating over her garnished jewellery in storage to remind herself of her faded beauty, I let my thoughts rest upon the significance and sorrow of the day, life events that lead to a place that is bleached dry and emotionless in its quiet, and the norm that all life losses would be measured on and found wanting. And almost in keeping with the Buddha’s lesson to the grieving widow, of a single mustard seed collected from a home with no sorrow, one waits for news from a surgery that a cousin has been undergoing all day; yes sometimes it takes so long.
Peace.

Added: She is doing ok, touchwood.

6 comments:

shooting star said...

hope everything is well...
i am better..lots better actually....i think i was running too fast with life...work, home et al..and god wanted me to take short break... :))

Tamanna said...

Peace.

AmitL said...

Ohh..hope all's well...can be torturous, waiting for news at such times..sigh-have a lot of such memories,but now,I think,I've become emotionless..more or less.

63mago said...

Oh my, waiting ... let's hope for the best.

crab said...

God bless...

63mago said...

Good.