Rememberings - the unphotographable

 

where does consciousness come from. where does it go. or is it like the number line, a continuum, a beginningless and endless mindstream that is forever in cause, effect and growth. 

in the 1-year pujo, the purohit was translating and interpreting the chanting, right till the end. The part which was poignant and brought tears. Because it felt like a real final goodbye. After offering food and water for the journey, seeking blessings and praying for peace, a candle was lit and held in silence. Supposedly to cast light along the path, to guide the soul on its onward journey. That was also the moment to say goodbye, keeping the memories but letting the rest go. 

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The lilies bloomed after a whole year. Heeya had got this plant pot from Horticulture the morning after the night of cremation, the dawn at the river. With the soil, she had mixed his ashes, remains. 

The pot was in her balcony for a few months. Didn't flower, didnt grow. We moved it upstairs to the terrace. Watered and fertilised occasionally. Some white periwinkle seeds found their way to the pot and started blooming. One last stem of the lily had somehow survived. 

And now Spring, and this. 

Lilies and the girls were his forever favourite.

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Purnam adah Purnam idam [That, is infinite. This too, is infinite]

Purnat Purnam udachyate [From infinite emerges the infinite]

Purnasya Purnamadaya [the infinite, if taken away from the infinite]

Purnameva vashishyate [what remains is still the infinite]

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