Indore, India
Diwali Day
Our meetings are
over. God-brothers / sisters are now
dispersing, going to their respective lands.
We will meet again in February to carry on with our on-going dreams for
attempting to improve on our own initiatives.
I use the word ‘dream’ because the world as we perceive it is rather
topsy-turvy, going in a direction that is many-branched.
Really, it’s a scary
world, and it’s sometimes hard to envision some level of harmonious interaction
between men / women and nature.
At least here in Indore,
Madhya Pradesh’s largest city is rated as the cleanest one in all of India. Kamalaksha, of Indore, drove me around for a
second installment of theatre-costume shopping.
I could see through the vehicle’s window that it’s true.
Another piece of good
news, of hope, is that in the capital, Delhi, fire crackers have been
banned. Being Diwali, the festival of
light and the New Year for many in this land of dharma, there has been a concerted effort to put a halt to the
noise and air pollution from the noise-makers.
It’s a step, isn’t it?
In the ultimate aim
toward improvement in the world, whether it be within India or outside, there
is the need for humans to reach out and help each other. Sri Chaitanya, the great luminary of the
early 16th century, had these long arms that he extended up into the
air, summoning Krishna and surrendering to Him in the form of kirtan.
He reached out to all He met and enthused a culture of Supreme praise,
not self-praise.
On this Diwali day
celebration I had the good boon to speak to a crowd at Kamalaksha’s
apartment. They wanted to hear about
some of my walking ventures which, in my experience, is always a good way for
reaching out.
May the Source be with
you!
5 km
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