Year’s end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.
Love is the scent with the lotus born. It is the silent choirs of petals singing winter’s harmony of uniform beauty. Love is the song of the soul, singing to God. It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets – sun and moonlit.
It is difficult to discuss the beginning of the Universe without mentioning the concept of God… It is quite possible that God acts in ways that cannot be described by scientific laws. But in that case one would just have to go by personal belief.
It is a good practice to set apart at least one day in a year for the remembrance of one’s near and dear relatives, friends and learned people that are no more in keeping with our traditions; giving a new orientation to and infusing new life into practices that have become lifeless and meaningless to many.
