When a tree falls in a forest…

What is sound? Goes the scientific riddle. Sound is in theory, only perceived if the vibrations of air particles reach the ear and the signal reaches the brain. So if no one is around when a tree falls deep in the woods, then there is no sound.

But but…..the tree has fallen!

Yes, but did anyone hear it? Did it reach their ears? No inner ear vibrations, no signal reaching the brain, so therefore no sound has been made.


Trees fall, no matter how majestic they may appear. The once strong sapling that grew up, up, up towards the sky, the gleaming leaves providing shade for any being that may choose to take shelter underneath; the spreading branches that have sheltered many a bird or squirrel, and provided a play place for arboreal creatures – could suddenly be felled by a clap of thunder and a streak of lightning. Burnt branches, singed leaves – some may survive partially, and go on in that semi-dead state for a while before giving up the ghost.

Some trees may have taken a beating from hail, woodpeckers, even the occasional deer that chew on the bark. And cheerfully stood for years and years. More and more battering by the wind and hail, and the tree bends sharply……sways in crazy ways. Branches fall off, some snapping twigs falling here and there with nary a sound – because, technically, there is no sound unless someone hears it. And one day, termites build nests and eat at the base – slowly drilling away, making the main trunk more and more porous until the great tree does down in a glorious downward arc, giving one final sigh before lying on its side.

No sound is made because there is no one to hear it.


Some humans go out like that and no one knows until they are gone.

Outwardly, they are successful. They have all the trappings of success – a giant house, good amount of savings, a family – some are even well-known in the community. Like the CEO of Cafe Coffee Day. A pioneer in his own way, with a vision to build conversation around a cup of coffee in a nice ambiance – with many many franchises around India, and some plans for global expansion too. His career graph went up, up and up. He was married to the daughter of a famous and powerful politician, and was by any measure, a billionaire.

Some business decisions that did not go the way he planned, some setbacks – and his mind, used to success and having struggled through the years to build that success, could not take it anymore……The higher you go, the more alone you are…..And so it went that in a remote island far away, a tree fell. No one heard, and a life is gone.

By his own admission, the value of his assets exceed his debts. He even wrote saying that the company and family can recover from all the debt selling assets and have a comfortable life with what remains. He just could not handle what he perceived as having failed – failed as an entrepreneur! After 30+ years of building a business providing employment to thousands, he saw himself as a failure.


Depression can be a beast. What lies on the other side of depression could be perfectionism…. The constant measurement of oneself and one’s abilities, the pressure to keep up appearances, the need to project one’s success with images on social media (no matter what the reality is in one’s life), the repeated battery of such images from others, and the desire to live and project a “perfect” life, they all take a toll.

The need is for the graph to go up, up, up. If you are employed, are you earning as well as your peers? Are you pushing yourself enough to move to the next level? If not, some day the axe may fall. A film star is only as successful as the last Friday’s matinee collections. The rat race can be relentless. Anxiety looms and brings on physical symptoms – headaches, insomnia, demons one battles in silence while balancing and trying to do one’s best. Sometimes this can feel like trying to keep everyone afloat while one is already sinking. Does it have to be so hard?

No one cries freely anymore, because crying and releasing emotions feels like a failure. And oftentimes, in this hyper-connected world, there are no real connections. People don’t drop by a friend’s home to share their feelings over a cup of tea. Everything needs to be scheduled because people are on the run; even going on a run needs to be scheduled!


If a tree falls in the woods, is there a sound?

If there is no shoulder to cry on where do the tears go? Are feelings only feelings when expressed? If something remains unexpressed, is that a feeling?

Is a failure a failure only when perceived by others? If we fail and no one sees or comes to know about it, is that a failure?

If we succeed and that goes unnoticed, is that success? If someone appears more successful, then are we failures in comparison?

If we set a bar and fall short of it, but have achieved far beyond what many can imagine, is that success or failure? Without comparing with others, just comparing oneself to oneself – if year to year, one is not more creative/inventive/accomplished, is that success or failure? Does there need to be a comparison? Do we need to constantly improve? What is improvement? Is it chasing moving targets?

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection….*

What if, stretching further and further, the arms can reach no more?


Maybe “success” is doing something productive that is good for oneself, good for the world, and brings one peace and joy. Something that sustains oneself physically, mentally, and emotionally, and adds value to someone’s – or some creature’s – life.

ParOpakArAya phalanthi vrikshA, parOpakArAya duhanthi gAvA, parOpakArAya vahanti nadyA, parOpakArartham idam sareeram”

says a Samskritam saying. Trees fruit for others, cows give milk to nourish others, river waters flow giving sustenance to every creature on their banks – in the same manner, our bodies are meant to be part of this cycle of sustenance. If we are productive to others, lead a simple life, are able to sustain ourselves, perhaps that itself is success?

In Tamil, they say

pOdhumenRa manamE pon seyyum marundhu

A heart that is content is true wealth. I recently heard an ancient story about a parrot.

The parrot lived in a tree that has been around for hundreds of years in a forest. A hunter who comes to the forest aims a poisoned arrow at a bird, to kill it for its plumage. The arrow misses its mark and strikes the tree. The poison is so powerful that the tree withers away, and is reduced to a skeleton.

Indra, the God of the heavens, passes by the forest in the guise of an ordinary man and sees the dead tree. All the birds and other creatures that have lived on the tree have abandoned it. But there is this one parrot that remains in a hole in the tree, happy and content. Indra asks the parrot why, when all others have fled, it did not.

The parrot is a very wise one. It recognizes that the one asking the question is no ordinary being. It answers, “I have lived on this tree since birth. This is the tree that gave me its fruit for sustenance. This is the tree on which I have played, where I met my mate, where I had lived with my family. The tree gave me everything I needed; how can I abandon it at this difficult time?”

Impressed by the parrot’s gratitude, Indra gives it a boon – asking it to name what it wants, and it shall be granted. The parrot says, “What do I need? My needs are few – I eat what is available, and so does my family. So I don’t want anything for myself. But if you must give a boon, bring back this tree to life. It sustains many lives”.

Indra then agrees, and says “I will bring back this tree to a full living, thriving being laden with fruit. You being such a good soul, come to heaven with me!”

The parrot declines and says again, that it is happy where it is. “Heaven,” says the parrot, “is for those humans who are dissatisfied no matter what they have. They reach for more and more, and are never content. For some such humans, even if you give heaven, that may not being contentment. As for me, this tree is enough. All I need is some fruit and seeds, and my family. The tree provides everything”.


“Be still” says ancient Hindu philosophy. Be still, look inward, meditate. The more you still your mind, the more joy you perceive. The quieter your thoughts, the calmer your mind, the more detached you are from worldly trappings, the greater your joy.

“The Kingdom of God is within you”, says Christian wisdom.

A friend of mine takes a yearly pilgrimage of sorts (I had written about him in an earlier blog). He drives long distances and hikes in vast expanses of the wilderness.

“The more I see these expanses, the more I lie gazing at the sky with a million stars in the still night, the more I sense my insignificance in the giant scheme of things. And that contemplation of my insignificance, and acceptance of it, brings enormous peace”.

I am reminded of Rumi’s field.

“Out beyond ideas of right-doing and wrongdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down on that grass the world is too full to talk about”

I’d love to get to that field.


*From Rabindranath Tagore’s “Gitanjali”

The color gray

“You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You’ll learn things you never knew, you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind”*
Of late, as I listen to the voices in the abortion debate, there are passionate voices on both sides.

“My body my wish!”
“Fetus is a human!”
“No, it is just a bunch of cells!”

I see people’s impassioned speeches – mostly Faith based – on abortion destroying God’s creation. Some even argue that if a child was conceived of rape, then that must have been God’s will too. I have read arguments on the other side too – some compelling ones from women who have been victims of abuse, and rape….Women who had battled depression that resulted from this, and fought their way out of it. Brave women who came to tell their story.

As more and more draconian laws get enacted in the deep South, it makes it all the more difficult for women to terminate a pregnancy.
One of the words flung about in the abortion debate is “pro-life”. What does it mean, philosophically speaking? Is it pro-“all life”? Only human life? Pro- human and pro-animal in the sense of protesting against the Yulin dog meat festival in China, but being fine with cows, pigs and hens in factory farms? So pro-human-and-pet life only?

Is being pro-gun pro-life? If so, isn’t the purpose of a gun to take a life? Are pro-lifers anti-gun?

Are pro-lifers okay with eating veal…..which is basically making an intelligent,  sentient animal carry its fetus for the full gestation period; then separating calf from mother soon after birth, tying up the calf in a tight pen in conditions that cause anemia so that the meat can be white and tender; then killing that calf to serve as meat, and drawing milk from the mother for human consumption. Is this pro-life?

Would pro-lifers turn vegetarian enmasse? Fat chance of that happening…..

Are pro-lifers okay with buying cosmetics that went through rounds and rounds of animal testing? Are they okay with shampoos, foundation – you name it – being sprayed into the eyes of bunnies and other animals repeatedly, to see if/when damage happened?

Are pro-life people okay with America waging wars across the globe, targeting countries rich in natural resources like Venezuela and Iraq? Is it okay to get American soldiers and civilians in other countries killed in these wars?

Are pro-life people okay with American corporate world caring little for the environment? Okay with building an oil pipeline through holy Native American sites and through a river at Standing Rock – that, if the pipeline bursts, can poison an entire river and affect all lives – human and animal, that depend on that river’s waters?

What are pro-lifers’ stand on the preservation of Earth, that sustains all life?

Would pro-lifers support a woman who was forced to have a child she could not support, and ensure she and the child have healthcare?

Is “pro-life” really slut-shaming in disguise, where the wrath is directed at the woman, when it took two to conceive a child? I have read some very cruel words from pro-lifers that make me wonder.
On the other side of the debate is “pro-choice”. That word is a little easier to understand but the debates are troubling all the same. I am not convinced by arguments about abortion being about a “woman’s body”. Her body, her choice…..hmmm. I don’t know. Sounds arrogant and a little cruel. Though of course no woman is happy about having an abortion or would want to use it as a birth control method. I am sure a lot of thought went into it.

But I find it a hard sell despite being a woman, that abortion is only about a woman’s body.

I read a compelling blog by BeautyBeyondBones that turns the phrase “my body, my choice” on its head.

The blog makes a lot of sense. There is another life involved. It is not just one’s body. And one’s choice could be self-destructive even if a person is legally an adult, and legally allowed to make choices. People can get drunk – which is self-destructive but legal. But you are not allowed to drink and drive because you endanger other lives, she says (I am paraphrasing). In the same manner, abortion involves other lives and not just your own.

As I read her arguments and see their merits, I am still leery about legislating abortion away. Just legislating is not going to solve the problem. And the accounts from rape and abuse survivors are horrific – no survivor should be forced to carry a child of rape/abuse to term knowing fully well they will be incapable of loving the child, and the child will be a constant reminder of the horror they went through.

We hear about women abusing substances, getting pregnant with no awareness of what it is to be a parent, and subjecting the children to abuse, neglect, or both. We hear of children taken away by CPS, to be returned, and then die within a short time due to abuse. The stories are heart-rending. When I read them I wonder if the mother should have just terminated her pregnancy instead of the child having led such a tragic life.

Not all children get adopted. Many are in orphanages, some are in the foster care system. A friend of mine used to volunteer at a place where they mentored foster kids who would be aging out of the system soon, and had no life skills: how to write a work application, where to find work, how to make a budget, how to look for a place to live…

Some foster kids – once they become adults – can flounder without mentoring and can become homeless. So having a child come into the world unwanted has its ramifications.
Many of these are gray areas. Pro-life meaning pro-“all life” may not be possible for all.

I can see that human beings are omnivores. Not all can be vegan or vegetarian. While respecting the rights of meat eaters, we can find common ground in saying no to factory farms that just do not allow animals to live natural lives. Being imprisoned from birth in filthy and cramped conditions and dying just to be someone’s meat is horrific and unspeakable cruelty towards a sentient being. I still cannot think about veal as meat – that is just cruelty.

I can see gun ownership being necessary in some areas – such as farms where people live isolated, surrounded by acres of land. They need protection from wildlife, thieves, you name it. But unchecked gun ownership – with no background or mental health checks – and no restrictions leads to shooting in places where children go to study. “Thoughts and prayers” are not enough to stop the shootings. Here is an area where America could use more legislation.

Some months ago, I befriended a kitten that kept visiting my backyard. It was a cute tuxedo kitten who was at first shy, then warmed up to me. This was back in August, when it was warm. It would sniff my hand, then retreat to a safe distance, a little wary. Gradually, I earned its trust, and figured out it was a female kitten. She had a bite mark in one of her ears that was bleeding. I put some coconut oil on it, and it healed within a couple of days.

After a few months of trying to find an owner – taking her to Petsmart to look for a microchip, posting on Nextdoor, asking around and following leads, learning from a neighbor that a lady down the street owned the cat and planned to spay and vaccinate her “in a week’s time”, learning from another neighbor’s son that she was his cat (which his mother denied outright), I decided to take her to the vet myself. My fear was about the cat – herself homeless – having kittens that would freeze in the winter. A few tomcats were making the rounds already, with poor Tux (as I named her) cowering in fear and hiding when one of them came around. I’m guessing he must have bitten her.

I was in two minds – whether or not to get her spayed. Who am I pluck another being out of the street, and interfere in her natural way of living? Who am I to decide whether or not she has children? Am I not being arrogant?

She got vaccinated on the first day, and the vet ran some tests. She was heartworm negative, did not have feline leukemia. The bad news was that she was FIV+. In other words, she had gotten a virus that compromised her immune system. This virus is generally transmitted through bites, or through sex; rarely, from a FIV+ mother to her kittens.

That settled the question for me – spaying was the compassionate thing to do. No need to put other cats at risk of catching the virus from her, and if she had babies, there was a risk of them getting the virus too.

To cut a long story short, Tux became my pet and we have adapted to each other. She goes on her outdoor rounds, the toms leave her alone, and her vaccinations are up to date.
On the topic of abortion, the solution is not black or white. Maybe the way forward is pro-choice where the choice is on the grounds of compassion. Caring for a living being – human or animal – is a responsibility not to be undertaken lightly. One has to enter into this sacred contract of being responsible for another living being consciously and with full commitment.

No child deserves to be born in a loveless place. No child deserves to be born to irresponsible, addicted parents who conceived the child by mistake and would subject the child to abuse, neglect or both.

No woman who survived horrific abuse and/or rape should be forced to have a child conceived through abuse or rape.

There are other gray areas. Some women have written about an accidental pregnancy at an advanced – nearly menopausal – maternal age. They had concerns about their own health, about babies born unhealthy or with birth defects. Some younger mothers already had children and were barely making ends meet. Some became pregnant when they were teenagers, or young adults who didn’t have the means to support a child – the pregnancy was accidental. In all these cases, some had the strength – and the support from family and community – to make things work, and they carried the child to term. Some didn’t.

So the debate to me is not about “pro-life” or “anti-life”. Rather, it is each person deciding for themselves what would be the compassionate thing to do. Can they stretch their resources – mental, emotional, financial – to care for one more child when they are barely making ends meet? Can an almost-menopausal mother find it in her to carry the child to term? Some can, and have supportive partners. Some may choose not to – for compassionate reasons. Compassion towards their aging bodies, compassion towards their existing family responsibilities…some maybe caring for their aging parents too. Can a young teenager just starting out in life, and with no means and no support, realistically care for a child she accidentally conceived? Will the child have a good life in this setting? What about her own life, that is just starting?

Legislation does not prevent abortions, just drives them underground and causes women to use unsafe methods.

So pro-choice it is. Not the cringe-worthy slogan of “my body, my life, my choice”. But because choice is the compassionate way.
* From the song “Colors of the Wind” from the Disney film “Pocahontas”

The spell of Amarendra Bahubali

I am tongue-tied. Smitten. Totally bowled over. This sentence has made its way after an endless number of backspaces, as I did not know how to begin. I feel like a novice lover who writes and rewrites the same love-letter, without knowing how to begin or end it.

The much-awaited Bahubali: The Conclusion did not disappoint. It delivered, and how! I loved the lead characters, be it my crush (blush!) Amarendra Bahubali, the princess Devasena, or the Queen Mother. For those complaining about the violence – what did you expect? The younger Bahubali, Mahendra, was going to liberate his mother from the clutches of the evil villain Bhalla who has her in chains in his palace courtyard. He cannot do it by taking a bouquet of flowers to Bhalla, can he? Of course there will be bloodshed – it is a war. Yes, there are some tacky fights in the end that I did not care for. There are small glitches that I did not care for. But overall? I would see the movie again. Gladly.

The scenes were captivating, painted as they were like a fine work of art, on the canvas of the big screen. There is the scene where Amarendra saves the Queen Mother from an elephant in musth without harming either the mother or the elephant; at the end of it, he confidently strides up the elephant’s trunk to seat himself on its back.

There is the scene where Amarendra brings Devasena home with him on a ship whose sails turn to wings, turning the ship into a plane. And the scene where Amarendra and Devasena fight in tandem against the Pindaris with bows, showering arrows expertly and quickly on the invaders. He even coaches her on fighting skills – one of the most beautiful, and most romantic scenes of the movie. A scene that would appeal to anyone who doesn’t care for doe-eyed damsels in distress. After Kaurvaki of Ashoka, this is a lead female character that I can admire and appreciate – what a long gap between the two!

I love how women are portrayed. My heart sang seeing Devasena boldly tackling a bunch of bandits, fighting them as a more-than-equal. And Amarendra losing his heart to her, after seeing her fighting skills. Devasena is fiery and she is fiesty. She is beautiful and minces no words. She is confident in her stride and in her convictions. Amarendra is a secure man who, unlike weak men who fall in love at first sight, and can be manipulated by doe-eyed damsels who plead helplessness to get their way – finds Devasena’s feisty nature and fighting skills fascinating. He admires and loves her as an equal, and with that, he has me at hello. Yeah, its a Jerry McGuire reference, but I am too smitten to care! 😉

The Queen Mother sends a proposal to Devasena’s kingdom, which is humiliating in itself. She sends a large amount of gold and silver as presents, and says this is in exchange for Devasena’s hand. Devasena is to immediately marry her son, by symbolically having a wedding ceremony with his sword. Devasena spurns this offer, saying if the son so desires to marry her, she will send her own sword, and he can have a ceremony with it! Bravo Devasena!

When Amarendra gets a missive from the Queen Mother to bring Devasena to Mahishmati as a prisoner, he turns to his beloved, and asks her to cooperate and humor the queen by going with him as a prisoner. Devasena boldly says she will come lovingly and willingly, but never in the humiliating garb of a prisoner. Amarendra swears to protect her honor and dignity and asks her to place her trust in him, and he keeps his promise. All along, Amarendra believes that the Queen Mother had intended for him to marry Devasena.

The Queen Mother had, unbeknownst to Amarendra, promised Devasena’s hand to her other son Bhalla. When Amarendra brings Devasena to court, he finds out about his mother’s promise. The Queen Mother decrees that Devasena should fulfill her promise, whereupon the latter – unlike the simpering damsels of yore  – boldly asks on what basis the Queen Mother had made such a promise to Bhalla. I have the right to choose my mate, she says.  And I am not bound to keep someone’s promise made without my consent!

Bravo! And here is the clincher for me: when the Queen Mother, aghast at Devasena’s boldness, orders her soldiers to drag her to the front of the court to stand by Bhalla, Amarendra steps forward and says “Anyone who dares to lay a hand on Devasena, know that laying a hand on her is akin to laying a hand on the sword of Bahubali!”

He then confronts the Queen Mother saying and he will always be on the side of the right – no matter who is on that side. He vowed to protect Devasena, and he will stand by that promise come what may. Game, set and match!

A man who stands by his woman, and protects her with his life; a man who is not threatened by a capable warrior queen; a man who has the BIG heart and a chivalrous side to him that makes him stand by and protect his beloved’s honor.

Who would’ve thought? Most men when it comes to real-life warrior queens brand her in unsavory ways, and have nary a thought to protect her. The woman ends up fighting her battles, slaying her dragons and caring for those around her, often without a loving word or a caring touch. Some days she feels like the Queen Mother, brandishing a sword while holding  a baby in the other hand. She gets taken for granted, and most men don’t even think to offer her help or protection (men are lazy that way!). But Amarendra my man says “here, capable woman! I am by your side 100%. And my sword will protect you!”.

Amarendra, you stole my heart right at that instance. Every capable, hardworking, fighting woman appreciates a man who stands by her, and is there to lean on in her vulnerable moments. A man with the sensitivity to know that even a brave woman like Devasena has moments when she needs support. A man who will not disappoint her. A man who will not let her down, come what may. (Excuse me while I swoon here)

I will never tire of watching this movie.

In St.Valentine’s Shadow – the other side of romance

There is no pleasure that can equal getting drenched in a full-on rain shower! Not the crackling-thunder-searing-lightning-fireworks kind of shower that I see in my current place of residence, but the rain showers in India that just had good old water pouring from the sky with an occasional thunder in the distance. The extra fun was annoying some elders who had their steady refrain of “At this rate, you will catch a cold tomorrow and maybe fever too! You will see! Don’t come to me then to complain!”

After a while such refrains became token refrains, said for the sake of saying. Of course, on school days umbrellas were necessary but if rain comes on a holiday – ohhhhh, what a pleasure that was! Just go out into the front yard or back yard, throw caution to the winds – literally! – and simply let the big drops of rainy goodness fill your being, drench you to the skin. It is a quintessential joy where the present and future dissolve into nothingness and all that is left is that moment, that feeling of being one with the universe and all its elements.

மழை கவிதை கொண்டு வருது யாரும் கதைவடைக்க வேண்டாம்
ஒரு கருப்பு கொடியை யை காட்டி யாரும் குடைபிடிக்கவேண்டாம்
இது தேவதையின் பரிசு யாரும் திரும்பிக்கொள்ள வேண்டாம்
நெடுஞ்சாலையிலே நனைய ஒருவர் சம்மதமும் வேண்டாம்

அந்த மேகம் சுறந்த பாலில் ஏன் நனைய மறுக்கிறாய்
நீ வாழ வந்த வாழ்வில் ஒரு பகுதி இழக்கிறாய்
நீ கண்கள் முடி கரையும்போது மண்ணில் சொர்க்கம் எய்துவாய்
கண்கள் முடி கரையும்போது மண்ணில் சொர்க்கம் எய்துவாய்….* **

My feelings exactly – how did Vairamuthu know?

Rain and romance have many parallels……They hold within them the seeds of creation, preservation, and destruction. It is possible to totally be immersed in, and to totally lose oneself in both.


Back in my middle school years, I remember studying monsoons in Geography class. It was nowhere close to the thrill of getting drenched in an actual monsoon of course! But aside from Science, Geography was the class that kept me in thrall those days. While talking about monsoons, the discussion turned to why there was abundant rainfall in one place, while another that was a neighboring area got so little rain.

The answer was that perhaps there was a mountain or mountain range between the two adjoining areas. So here is how the theory went – the oceans churned up rain clouds, which then ride on some steady winds called monsoon winds. When approaching a mountain or mountain range, the wind is blocked by the mountain range that forms a natural barrier, forcing the clouds to shower their goodness on one side of the range only. As a result, the other side – the rain shadow area, has scarcely any rain – perhaps a few sprinkles, if that. So the vegetation in these adjoining areas can in fact be quite different, and the crops grown – also quite different.

An intermittent lightning, a noiseless thunder

A gentle rain that falls and drenches only two…. 

 An unseasonal shower, this love

In my last post here, I wrote about the gentle stealing from a person – that is love. There is also a stealing away, the quietly slipping away,  that happens without one noticing, but happens nonetheless among many couples who started out much in love. That is distancing.

It happens when a partner quietly but unobtrusively slips away from the relationship, with ostensibly good reason. This slipping away happens more and more frequently as time goes by, and with the passing years, the two partners/spouses don’t feel connected anymore. They are a married couple for practical purposes and in the eyes of society – but the original love that bound them together is but a faint shadow of itself……For, to love someone is to feel connected to someone, to know someone. When a person drifts away, it is no longer possible to know them as they slowly but surely become a stranger to their partner. The partner left behind is clinging to a shadow, a memory of the person, in  the hope that the real person will one day return to them.

Relationships evolve with time – the couple has children, and there are responsibilities of a householder, as well as responsibilities at work. Time together can wax and wane, depending on the responsibilities. Some couples are separated by physical distance as one spouse works in a different town/country. But despite the challenges that life throws, many couples stay connected to each other – and it is not difficult.  Tender gestures, small  kindnesses, consideration for the spouse – and helping them when not asked (and not expected)…..A regular cup of coffee together in the day when anything related to the home or family are not discussed. In the case of couples separated by physical distance, a phone call each day to share about each other’s day; and if one spouse commutes more than the other, an occasional role reversal to give the commuting spouse a break. Doing without asking, and giving from the heart without a quid pro quo….

Couples who stay connected evolve together – when the nest is empty, they plan joint activities and  travel together. One can see the synergy and the deep, abiding friendship between them, the shared interests nurtured for a while, the way they predict each other’s responses, the easy conversation and banter and the knowledge that they have each other’s back. Such couples are totally relaxed in each other’s presence and the warmth of their mutual affection is a delight to see.

One can just as  easily spot the couples who are not connected. They are the ones who have trouble starting a conversation when the children leave the nest……for, other than as a fellow parents, they don’t know who their spouse is. They have lived  like roommates and led parallel lives. Where there was once a tender romance that caressed them like a gentle rain, some barrier has blocked that monsoon wind, casting them in a shadow. An old memory of their shared romance may bring a smile once in a while – but for all purposes, the feelings have died without the nurturing that they deserve.


Distancing happens when consciously or unconsciously, the couple stops spending  quality time together. Or this time together is perpetually deferred in favor of other interests and activities….A spouse may request a connection, but if perpetually rejected in favor of other interests, the connecting spouse stops asking. Sometimes the connecting spouse may demand together time out of sheer frustration, in which case the distancing spouse may react by distancing further.

Some spouses distance by becoming workaholics. They put work and all that relates to work – working after hours, using any and all free time to network and get ahead in work, partying with workmates – above everything else. The other spouse manages the home, their work and childcare responsibilities. The workaholic spouse may or may not help – perhaps they may contribute more financially and justify that they are working for the good of the family and the spouse is supposed to understand this. I remember watching Mitr – My Friend. Despite the predictable ending, the film had many poignant moments where one person’s desire to connect is continually thwarted.

Some spouses distance as a way to run away from issues that they don’t want to face. For example, let’s say X and Y are married. X has an immediate family member living with them who sees Y as a threat. So the relative continually creates drama forcing X to choose between the spouse and themselves (of course, the spouse may be threatened by the relative too). So X may create a deliberate distance to get away from the family drama. They may find a hobby or interest – or several of them – outside the home and continually immerse themselves in it, leaving Y to fend for him/herself. They may suddenly embrace religion in a big way, for example, volunteering at their place of worship, networking with fellow volunteers, creating a private circle of friends that does not include Y. They may not even be religious – it is just that their social needs are met in this way…And when they get home, the insecure relative rushes in to fill the need for love and affection, leaving Y feeling invisible.

Or alternatively, X may find one or more joint activities for themselves and the relative, leaving Y all alone – because ostensibly Y is the more mature one, and can “understand”….. while the relative (who came first in life, Y is reminded over and over again) is not able to for any number of reasons – they have had a  recent personal loss, for example; or they may have no one else. In the interest of harmony, some adjustments need to be made, Y is told. And it is a perpetual adjustment – not a one-off or two-off thing that one can chalk up to a family having members of differing needs, and the need to make everyone happy. The problem is that Y is not recognized as a person with human feelings and needs…..When Y has finally been pushed aside too often and protests, X may argue for a while, repeating that Y needs to be more understanding, or be understanding for some more time – which is of course a moving target. When Y one day throws up their hands and says that they have been understanding enough and they are tired of it, X may then paint Y as a bad person simply for requesting time with their spouse.

At the root of this is X’s inability to accord quality time to the spouse for fear of hurting their relative, and an inability to draw healthy boundaries that enable all relationships to thrive. An inability to face the issue makes X turn to gaslighting instead, putting the blame on Y.

It is impossible to have an honest conversation with those who gaslight, and issues will forever remain unresolved in such cases. Third party interventions will not help either – and eventually it becomes a case of who will bell the cat.

At this time, Y either leaves, or to save themselves from further pain, detaches emotionally from X. They now find their own interests to pursue, because all their efforts to connect with X have come to naught. But at the back of their mind is the frustrated attempt to connect and the scars from that experience. And the nagging, dull sorrow of being in a shell of a marriage.

Some distancing spouses – usually men (forgive the stereotype) – may argue that their spouse refuses to have a physical relationship with them, and thus thwarts their attempt to connect. But the root issue is that the spouse has been so alienated by the distancing that they find a physical (only) relationship preposterous.


There are those who disrespect their marriage by having an affair, or abusing a substance like alcohol. While this wreaks havoc on the union, the not-so-dramatic neglect, can slowly erode away at the foundation…..Just as a house neglected, slowly falls apart. The couple may still reside together under one roof – but what a waste of all the years they could have spent as a thriving, joyful couple!

In some ways, neglect seems like a lesser form of cheating.  It is marrying someone and never being available for them – effectively abandoning the spouse in an emotional sense. The options for the spouse are to leave, be treated like they don’t count except as roommates and fellow parents, or to find their own interests and pretend that  the distancing doesn’t hurt.

Monsoons rarely change course, nor does time stand still. One day there may not be enough time in the world to make up for the perpetually deferred connection. The spouse subjected to continuous distancing may have changed in very fundamental ways and it may become impossible to bridge that gap.

* Song from the Tamil film, En Swaasa Kaatre

** Meaning: “the rain brings poetry, don’t shut the door against it. Don’t hold an umbrella to it like a black flag and protest its arrival. This is a gift from the Gods, don’t turn away from it; you don’t need anyone’s permission to get drenched anywhere – in the middle of the road, even. Why deny yourself of this bounty from the clouds – you will be losing a big part of life’s joy by doing so. When you close your eyes and melt in the rain, you will achieve heaven on earth”

A gentle art, a quiet thievery

A recent song that captivated me is this one on first love:

The fresh romance of the lead pair did capture the heart of this diehard romantic, but what captivated me most were the lyrics.

An intermittent lightning, a noiseless thunder

A gentle rain that falls and drenches only two…. 

 An unseasonal shower, this love

The rest of the song is all about the stealing and gentle deception that is romance…..stealing glances, a smile of delight quickly covered up, the getting ready to meet someone but trying hard not to appear overly eager, the awkwardness, the gentle teasing and testing of the other to see if there is a response, the secret smile when the response is as expected, a fluttering of the heart that becomes a hammering and under all this the effort to pretend normalcy…..this game of tender subterfuge goes on until every conscious thought is lost, and time stands still. A beautiful, joyful theft happening in plain sight with the people powerless to stop it, and making no effort either. Love is a tidal wave and losing oneself in it is an absolute and senseless joy that defies description!


Every species has this little dance of courtship, this ongoing banter, a unique give and take before the pair decides to take things further. The minute a woman gets an admiring glance, her gait becomes more confident; the minute a man is admired, he squares his shoulders and walks taller. The peacock preens itself to attract its mate; the cuckoo sings the sweetest notes in the hope of finding an answering cry; the weaver bird uses all its innate engineering skills to build a nest, in the hope of finding and impressing a mate, and as for the puffer fish, its engineering feat is here!

Many species have males doing all the wooing – and there are some dangerous species where the female woos and then destroys the male once the next generation is assured! To the male of the species, a female praying mantis is a Fatal Attraction!

Among humans, and I’m sure other species too, some are more adept at the game than others and play for keeps. If their prospective partner is equally adept, it can be a joyful courtship, with each matching wits against the other, while playing to eventually be on the same team. Such well-matched pairs are a joy to behold, and one wishes with all their heart that they will end up together. Of course there are others who are also adept at the game, and who play for the sake of playing…..The players of the field and the playboys/playgirls. Detecting who is who takes skill, and in some cases a lesson from the school of hard knocks….in which case, here’s hoping someone didn’t get too scarred. Some are downright dishonest cheats who taint everything by association – a Tamil movie called Amaidhippadai changed the entire meaning of a hitherto innocuously named sweet called halwa!

But let’s leave the players alone, and focus on the lovers. I’ve asked a few women what their love was like – even those from an older generation. How did the pair meet? How did they fall in love? Even those who had arranged marriages: how did they decide that he was the one? When did they fall in love? Invariably, even the sternest of them would instantly blush and try to wave me away: Go on, you surely have better things to do! Go!

Some would blush, laugh, look downward, grin and start telling the story sheepishly, becoming bolder as they go.  One told me how she had gone with a female friend to a restaurant, and couldn’t find a chair. Spotting a couple of chairs at another table, she asked a man at the table if the chairs were meant for someone. Without batting an eyelid, he replied: “Yes, the chairs are reserved. I was holding them for you!”. A stunned silence, some shared laughter – and a relationship for life that followed.

An American friend once told me about how captivated they were on watching an Indian film: “Your films have so much romance! It is so beautiful!

Having grown up watching Indian films, I didn’t think they were all that unusual  – except perhaps that nearly 90% of Indian films were musicals. Aren’t American movies romantic too? “The older ones are, but in Indian films it is the entire art of wooing and courtship – that is what is so romantic! You don’t find that art anymore in an American film – the couple are attracted to each other, and very quickly the relationship gets physical!

I hadn’t thought of that. Indeed, romancing someone is more about the fine art of courtship.


Not just romantic love, any kind of love – between those not related by birth or adoption that is – involves a gentle stealing. Even among babies and toddlers, the crowd-pullers and heart-stealers are always the charmers who use their wits to get out of some mischief – we cannot help laughing and loving them even as we see through their little tricks. Lord Krishna, who captivated many, started out in childhood as a butter thief. The gopis knew he stole the butter they had taken pains to churn, and even as they complained to his mother about it, he had well and truly stolen their hearts. Game, set, and match!


To the heart-stealers, to those who had their hearts joyfully stolen, and to the would-be heart-stealers, Happy Valentine’s Day! May you find joy, and may your love bring you contentment and peace.

The Wilderness Calls

A good friend undertakes what he calls his annual pilgrimage – a trip to The Grand Canyon – with hardly anything with him. He usually takes a backpack, some instant foods, a water filter, perhaps a change of clothing, and sets out on his week-long sojourn into the canyon.  For a week or so, there will be total silence from him – no phone calls, no texts, no human contact including with his own family. He hikes all day, and at dusk, pitches his tent wherever he happens to be at the moment.

My friend, an atheist, says this is his spiritual time of the year…….a time to wrap himself in the stillness and cease all thought. A time to just live each moment exploring the woods, and listening to nature sounds. The food he carries and the primitive cooking equipment are all he needs during this time of quiet reflection.

He has been doing this for many years now. He knows how to expertly tie his food bag in a tree above and away from  his tent, to be safe from bears and other wildlife coming in search of food. Apparently once he even cooked Pongal for some hikers from different nationalities, and they all relished it.

“I don’t need much, and I wake up to the best views!”, he says.


I am filled with admiration for people like this. They are able to survive on very little, and as a reward they get a star-studded sky for a roof, the rustling breezes to cool and comfort them, and the quiet refuge of deep woods. It reminds me of an old Tamil song which, loosely translated goes like this:

“The world exists for me, the flowing rivers flow for me; flowers bloom for my visual delight, and Mother Earth generously gives me her lap to sleep on

The moon rises above glowing like gold, I have a star-studded canopy at night for a roof; and my kingdom on Earth has beautiful birds who fill my silences with songs”

Really, one needs very little to feel like they own everything. Just go to the woods and see! As long as plant life heavily outnumbers animal life, we are safe. The tall trees will tower over us, silent as sages, sheltering bird life and animal life, and and quietly giving us clean air to breathe.

Every time I see an old tree, I silently pray that it will survive the human greed to “own” everything by destroying it. There are those who take pride in owning many holiday homes. Their thought seems to go like this: Do I like a place? Yes. Is it quiet and beautiful? Yes. Very well, let me clear a tract of land cutting down all the trees that grow there, and build myself a mansion to come to…….What, for a few days each year? Was the destruction worth it, simply so that you needn’t rent a hotel room for those few days? What about the hassle and expense of maintaining this “investment” property, hiring a guard to safeguard it, making sure it has electricity and running water all year round? It is far easier to save the money, and use it to travel to many places – we are but temporary residents of the Earth, and there is so much to see!

Take what you need from the Earth, and leave the Earth pristine for posterity. A person needs but one house to live in. Where will we grow crops, if forests and farmlands get re-purposed into housing plots?

Reminds me of an old Native American proverb: When the last tree has been cut down, the last fish caught, the last river poisoned, only then will we realize that one cannot eat money!


A few months ago, during a hike with a group, we came across a stream, surrounded by small wooded hills; given the uneven terrain, the stream had some small rapids. In the middle of the stream was a rock – and near this rock, almost blending into the background was a person deep in meditation. There was a dog wandering nearby, perhaps the meditator’s companion. The sun was streaming through the trees, and there were a few dragonflies. A water snake glided into the stream – blink and you will miss it. We stood there watching for a few minutes, awed by our surroundings. Just nature at work, and total silence.

The woods teaches one to still their thoughts, and simply observe. Sit quietly and you may observe the Eagle’s nest high above ground, with a few young ones in it. Still your thoughts, and what felt like silence will suddenly teem with the chirping of crickets, and the occasional cry of a kite.

What a contrast from the world we have created around us – with highways, traffic, malls with clearance sales, houses filled with gadgets and many unnecessary things…… The Matrix, as a friend and fellow blogger called it. We are all plugged into it, creating more and more cogs in the wheel with their hands and feet embedded deeply in the Matrix.

Perhaps there is a different way to live, a better and more natural way…..Yet many of us are afraid to leave the world we know behind, to see if there is something we are missing. We maybe missing the forest for the trees….literally! Even the holiday-home builders who want to get away from The Matrix, are so ensconced in it that they try to recreate that very Matrix in their get-away place!


I’ve read here that every woman needs a cornfield – basically a place where she can hide from everyone in her life, so that she gets time and space to breathe. I started out hiking because of this – and found several such “hiding places” where I could temporarily suspend thought and lose myself in the woods. Aside from work stress and deadlines, women, in our roles as kin-keepers and nurturers, can get worn out in care-giving roles and all that such a role entails: biting our tongue – several times!, dealing with the same repetitive behaviors that seem incorrigible and yet need to be tackled with the patience and determination of King Vikram who dealt with Vetal, facing multiple conflicting demands and trying to balance it all…. Speaking of incorrigibility reminds me of the story of Sita, the heroine of The Ramayana.

At the end of The Ramayana, Sita is asked to prove her piety to the world in a trial-by-fire, even though she had done the same years ago. Having endured years of separation from her dear husband, and having raised her twin boys as a single parent in Rishi Valmiki’s hermitage that was her refuge in exile, she is asked to prove her piety again to the world. She is told that this is the price she has to pay in order to resume life with her husband.

Tired of repeatedly having to prove her integrity, Sita prays to Mother Earth to release her from this unending cycle of one’s truth being repeatedly tested and questioned (many stepmothers can relate to this feeling, even though the circumstances are entirely different!). Mother Earth obliges……the ground opens up, Sita steps in and the Earth closes over her. Thus Sita, the daughter of Mother Earth, has returned to her abode….. When Indian women in a fit of frustration say they want the Earth to open up and swallow them whole, this is what they are referring to.

I have an alternate ending for The Ramayana, as I cannot bear to see my favorite heroine vanish in this manner. As a writer who is admittedly nowhere near the stature of a Valmiki, a Kambar, or a Kalidasa, let me take some poetic license and rewrite the last sequence.

Sita is justifiably aghast at having to prove herself over and over to a cruel world that has put her through several trials….. To a world that is far beneath her calibre, that has demanded so much of her, yet gave so little emotionally. She has been kind,  faithful, and patient; yet she, a Goddess is being subjected to repeated trial by fire. The Forest where she was banished to, was witness to all her travails.

When Sita is put to the final test and calls out to Mother Earth in agony, the Forest obliges. The ground shakes violently, and Forest sends seeds scattering all over from its trees…… upon touching the ground, the seeds are blessed by Mother Earth to become Sita’s protectors. They sprout rapidly into trees, becoming Sita’s own forest, enclosing her protectively, away from the eyes of the world that did not deserve a Goddess like Sita. In this protective circle of trees, safe and secure in an unconditionally loving forest, Sita the Goddess lives on. Even now, when a woman at her wit’s end seeks refuge in the woods, Sita hears her prayer and gives her solace. The End.


The woods are lovely, dark and deep

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep!“*

Silence gives healing, and the trees give shelter in more ways than one. Many a weary traveler – in a manner of speaking – finds rest and refuge in these very woods. Beyond a certain point, do you ever wonder if we are simply traveling these miles for no reason? Perhaps the woods are our destination! In Hinduism, the last 25 years of life, assuming a 100-year span – are meant to be spent in the woods, in meditation and piety. Sannyasa Ashrama, where one lives like an ascetic, taking just enough from the Earth to survive, gradually detaching oneself from earthly desires and trappings, and preparing oneself for the final journey, towards the ultimate silence and deepest meditative state……

*From the poem “Stopping by woods on a snowy evening” by Robert Frost

Beyond Wrongdoing and Rightdoing

We meet many people  as we go through life – some we instantly click with and remain friends until one of us passes on; some we do not click with at all and hope to never meet again; some who are acquaintances but not real friends, some who are casual friends without any deeper connection.

Saddest are those relationships where there was once a true bond that for some reason has been severed. It could be any number of reasons: one person committed actions or said words in the heat of the moment; one person wished for a certain action to happen from the other but it never did and the person felt let down; or they both said and did things that were not well thought out.

Or it could be that third parties intervened to sever that bond – either by spreading canards about one person to the other to sever the relationship, or it could be a person’s possessive spouse or other relative who came in between two friends or siblings and made it a choice between themselves and the friend/sibling. We often see brother-sister relationships compromised when the brother gets married to an insecure woman. The insecure spouse tries her best to isolate the brother from his sister, and loving bonds of a lifetime are compromised. The brother may continue to love the sister and vice versa but they will never be allowed to bond in the future, because it has become an either/or situation or is presented as one.

Conversely, sometimes birth families get insecure with the entry of the spouse and never allow a spousal relationship to work – they intrude so much into the person’s marital life that such a life becomes impossible to sustain, and is eventually lost (painful is the situation where the couple has a child, who is an innocent caught in such cross-currents). The spouses may feel love for each other but aren’t allowed to bond because one spouse is too attached to their birth family and doesn’t have the strength to stand up to them.

Relationship severance caused by the third party involves two things: an insecure third party who works to break up the relationship, and a person who is not strong enough to balance relationships and draw boundaries on acceptable behavior.

Sometimes things don’t go as far as marriage – a couple in love breaks up before taking that step. The love can be strong and steadfast but there can never be a shared future because of differences that can never be bridged….

No matter what the root cause of an estrangement is, the estrangement happened. And barring a few cases where the erstwhile loved ones are able to reconcile  (or they are able to stand their ground and not allow a third party to come between them), the estrangement can never be undone in this lifetime.


What of the love that once was, though? That true bond that caused one to feel instant delight in seeing the other, and eagerly look forward to the next meeting? That bond that has so much shared history, and a connection beyond words? A connection forged out of intuiting the other’s needs and giving freely from the heart, that is now  lost? A bond that felt like a vital part of oneself….

Unless one is a person of extremes who can go from absolute love to absolute hate and steadfastly remain there, the relationship is buried deep in one’s heart in the form of a love and a yearning, as if for a phantom limb. Even if it is a person of extremes, they are probably hiding the pain of their loss in anger, believing that the anger will be their protective shield against being that vulnerable ever again.

Nothing and no one can replace the missing person in life. They played an important role in shaping us to be who we are, and one fine day that role is abruptly finished. Gone. Severed……We are now supposed to pick up and move on as if nothing has happened, as if the person never existed……Many of us go through life mourning some lost relationship(s).

There are days when memories return of the lost loved one and bring a smile to our faces – a bittersweet memory that is painful, yet preserved and cherished – like a crumbly rose within the pages of a book that still retains some of its beauty and fragrance, a rose that one is loath to part with. What does it matter what the relationship used to be? Friend, sibling, a lost love….In this journey we are all kindred spirits!

Many relationships are lost due to ego battles.

Years ago, I remember taking a small child to a museum. Child must have been around three then. The Natural History museum was a multi-storeyed one with many exhibits; one of the floors had a replica of a tropical rainforest with fake trees and animals. This is generally an area that greatly entertains younger children as they get to stop by and examine every animal and tree.

Deciding to take said child to this forest replica, I took child by the hand and boarded the elevator. Then I did a cardinal mistake – I punched the button to go to the appropriate floor, forgetting that this is a role the child in question normally took whenever we boarded elevators. This, coupled with the time being dangerously close to  nap time brought on a meltdown that didn’t abate even after we rode the elevator up and down many times, simply to let said child punch the button to the appropriate floor. The refrain was, “But I didn’t get to punch the elevator button that time!”

Three year olds can be physically carried elsewhere and distracted. Once they get preoccupied with something else, given some food, and some rest, they get back to being themselves again.

A child is able to fight it out in all earnestness, forget about it or apologize the next day, and return to playing with their friend or relative again. They can forget, forgive, seek forgiveness and make amends without any problem. They can also chuck past angry moments behind – there is too much to explore in life to waste it on anger and resentment.

As we grow older, the ego grows…..and in direct proportion grows one’s vulnerability. Some are more easily hurt than others, and tend to brood on grievances. They aren’t able to let go of past hurts, and use anger as their shield to protect themselves from future hurts. Unlike the child who can let go and give room for love, as we grow older we close our hearts and shut out our natural generosity to forgive and seek forgiveness. We become guarded and come to expect the worst, waiting for the other shoe to fall, and shielding ourselves from that fall by repeatedly recalling that one mistake….that one press of the elevator button that was missed!

In this I am not including those that deliberately manipulate and hurt a person – those who wear different masks for different occasions, and whose (simulated) feelings are motivated by expediency. We are better off guarding ourselves from the pathological users, chameleons, and opportunists. They are the politicians of our daily lives who appear every so often when they need something…..In Tamil there is a saying that loosely translates to “when they need something, they fall at your feet; when the need is done with, they go for your throat”. Best to keep such people at a distance.

I’m talking about the average bumbling person X who makes mistakes and hurts unintentionally. The injured person Y may assume that the hurt was intentional and then retaliate, wounding X. Now X becomes angry and says or does more stupid things. Soon things get out of hand and relations break.

In an alternate scenario, X may make an inadvertent mistake, wounding Y. Y brings this up to X and the latter, instead of apologizing and making amends, sees it as a slight to their ego: “You pointed out my mistake!”. X then uses anger to cover up their mistake, because they cannot come down from their lofty peak to apologize – the act of apologizing is seen as something putting them in a one-down position. They don’t even want to make amends, because this would mean admitting the mistake even to themselves, which is also wounding to the ego. It takes a secure person to apologize and those with fragile egos are insecure, and apologizing feels like compromising their standing. So they use smokescreens and gaslighting.

Techniques such as reversing cause and effect are used. Y may have done something in retaliation for what X did. But X says Y did the (retaliatory) action and that is why X acted in the (original) wounding manner – this is nothing but gaslighting.

Another technique used is victim-shaming:  “You deserve what I said or did because…..”. When the injured party protests, X replies in a more grievous way, compounding their mistake. Things go downhill from there. When push comes to shove, some ego-driven Xs are insincere apologizers who apologize in a way that is not an apology at all. It could be a breezy “sorry!”, or the classic phrase “I am sorry but….” with a clause that completely nullifies the apology and attacks the person they are apologizing to.  President Clinton’s televised apology to the nation at Lewinskygate comes to mind.  Ego is the death of many relationships.

It is also tough to apologize to someone who holds onto grudges and can never let go. One can never be sorry enough, apologetic enough, make up enough. They have elephantine memories of every slight, perceived or real. The relationship can never be mended because of a desire to punish the apologizer that is lurking in their minds.

Sometimes the  only way to get out of a tough situation is through it. When X wounds Y and either realizes it or is made to realize it, the sooner amends are made, the better. The apology needs to be said sincerely and directly, and amends need to be made. If the wounded party is not in a spirit of reconciliation, it doesn’t matter. We can only make the effort……the results are not up to us. The apology frees us from negative feelings, and if the aggrieved party realizes it one day and makes up to us, our door is open. If the aggrieved party is vengeful, then we try to distance ourselves while still keeping the door open (tough to do!).

What if we are the aggrieved party? What if our heart and soul have been so wounded that we fear we will be wounded in the same manner once again, and won’t have the strength to withstand it….? This is a tough one. The thought process goes like this: it took a while to get up and get going, and took all our strength to bring us to our new normal…..What if we are pushed down again?  It is our choice whether to trust again, to forgive, and to let go……or not. To evaluate whether the cost of losing the relationship forever is worth it or not.

Perhaps if we are the aggrieved party, we could move forward by accepting the apology, and guardedly allowing the person back into our lives, assuming the apology is heartfelt. Or if that is too much, we can accept the apology but honestly state that things can never  be the same again. Because some wounds are too deep and in time may heal with some self-care – or never fully heal. A cloth once torn can be stitched but will never be whole again…..

Wish we all had the mind of a child in this regard – to forgive and move on because life is too short to hold onto resentments. But as adults, the stakes are higher, and wounds are deeper….And our mind loses the elasticity to forgive, forget and move on.

Those who come with the courage to seek forgiveness when such forgiveness is necessary, and to have the generous heart to give forgiveness when such is sincerely sought, are able to move on and re-establish relationships. For this, both parties should be game. If egos are strong, or if anger continues to be used as a shield, there can be no reconciliation.


But the love remains – as a truth in one’s heart……. and the hurt of the severed relationship remains buried deep within the soul. As years pass, one may forget who was right and who was wrong, and realize perhaps that they were both wrong. But by this time, too much water has flowed under the bridge and the chasm is too wide.

In the end, when we cease to exist or are close to that point, rights and wrongs become meaningless. All that matters is love…and love is the only constant. Shorn of the trappings of this world, we will perhaps meet somewhere as pure spirits, kindred spirits….and it will be a moment filled with pure love and light.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense”

– Maulana Jelaluddin Rumi