A thousand times, and then once

A song that I have heard many many times, sang along, but then one day, sitting alone in the car, waiting, and it hits me.  The simple words, yet so profound.  The poets realization transferring to me, my realization and then the profound feeling continues.

Tamil poet Mahakavi Bharathi wrote about Krishna calling him Nanda Laala (Son of Nanda)

Kakkai siraginile nanda laala,nindran kariya niram thondruthaye nanda laala,
In the wings of crow, oh lord,all I see is your ebony complexion, oh lord,

Parkkum marangalellam nanda laala,nindran pachai niram thondruthaye nanda laala,
In all the trees that I see around me, oh lord,all I see is your green complexion, oh lord,

Ketkum oliyil ellaam nanda laala,nindran geedham isaikkudhada nanda laala,
In all the sounds that I hear, oh lord,all I hear is the resonating melody of you, oh lord,

Theekkul viralai vaithal nanda laala,ninnai theendum inbam thondrudhada nanda laala
When I keep my fingers into fire, Oh lord, all I can feel is the ecstasy of your touch, oh lord,

Listen to Jesudas sing the song

Sarcasm

Sarcasm is weaponised by some and lost to others.  Which side are you on ?

Sarcasm to some is an easy thing, a weapon to use.

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Sarcasm to some is difficult to comprehend, not realizing even when told

They wouldn't want us to cry

Rota, our Rottweiler who came to us at 10 became our life. Our little world was centered around him. We were there when he left us close to four years ago and to date, we wake up saying Good Morning to him and looking at his picture.

He cheered us through our toughest times, got closer as we knew time was running out, teaching us to live no matter what. I feel him right next to me giving me orders for Roti as I start making the dough, his nose tip on the counter as I cut coconuts, his perking up as I pick up the biscuit container...

My husband to date will not let socks out of his hand, and still leaves his favourite spots clear - no placing anything. Months after, I searched the whole house for his hair, missing the familiar sight and smell of him.

We still pick his favourite flowers, especially red ones and jasmine to place at his grave everyday. We talk to him all the time just like before. A thousand little things, many insignificant then, remind us of him everyday. A zillion memories and hoping one day, we will meet and keep our promise to him.

So when they are gone, smile through your tears my friend, because they wouldn't want us to live any other way. That is the best thing about them. They teach us how to live. I know, it takes time though to get there.....months and years....till then,... You are blessed if you have shared your life with a dog.