On the way down from the Stupa, walking through the roads, where light has started to fade gradually in the post afternoon hours, a beautiful country side moment comes alive. Smoke, from an open hearth has accumulated as a dense layer at the roof level of the houses. And a couple of old men, sitting on a bench, outside a house are drinking pots of tea with laughter etched in their wrinkled faces.
It is a calm, joyous moment which reaffirms the faith in simplicity. A life that has lesser needs. Is a little less hungry. May be a little less busy. One that is organic, simple, imbibed from the nature around us and which gives back to nature what it has accrued. Where every day of the life has a deep meaning, and every moment of those days breath the very reason we life. May be to write a new story, turn a new page, discover new things and find happiness in the trivial things of life (which, otherwise we choose to ignore). It should be effortless. It should be fresh and everyday should be happy and vibrant.
But on the contrary, we sometimes try so hard at it that its strings break and cannot reconcile ourselves later. I cannot recollect the happiness, which I feel in me, when I return home from office and the son runs towards me – his face electric with a big, big smile. Or a cold, misty evening with friends spent beside a roaring bonfire, sharing stories from the yore. The pleasure of space, the warmth of sunshine, shades of trees, a walk amongst nature, a perpetual cycle of happiness that is built around the tenets of the very essence of nature.
Pause. That’s the right word. A life that is built around a pause.
I spent the evening with the others who have arrived and decide that four of us will visit Lamayuru the next day. The night is a simple meal of Rajma, chawal and paneer. And I go off to sleep.
It is a calm, joyous moment which reaffirms the faith in simplicity. A life that has lesser needs. Is a little less hungry. May be a little less busy. One that is organic, simple, imbibed from the nature around us and which gives back to nature what it has accrued. Where every day of the life has a deep meaning, and every moment of those days breath the very reason we life. May be to write a new story, turn a new page, discover new things and find happiness in the trivial things of life (which, otherwise we choose to ignore). It should be effortless. It should be fresh and everyday should be happy and vibrant.
But on the contrary, we sometimes try so hard at it that its strings break and cannot reconcile ourselves later. I cannot recollect the happiness, which I feel in me, when I return home from office and the son runs towards me – his face electric with a big, big smile. Or a cold, misty evening with friends spent beside a roaring bonfire, sharing stories from the yore. The pleasure of space, the warmth of sunshine, shades of trees, a walk amongst nature, a perpetual cycle of happiness that is built around the tenets of the very essence of nature.
Pause. That’s the right word. A life that is built around a pause.
I spent the evening with the others who have arrived and decide that four of us will visit Lamayuru the next day. The night is a simple meal of Rajma, chawal and paneer. And I go off to sleep.
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